The Pain I Have Grown To Know,
Grown To Love.

I Always Look Forward To This Pain,
It Tell's Me I Feel,
That I'm Real.

This Pain Bring's Me Closer To You,
You Don't Know,
I Wish I Could Tell You,
But You Wouldn't Understand.

See I Only Feel This Pain Around You.

It's Those Deep Blue Eye's,
That Beautiful Flowing Hair,
Your Amazing Figure,
Your Amazing Voice,
So Soothing And Evoking,
Your Personality,
So Cool And Caring,
Yet Fun And Provocative

Your Everything Any Mortal Being Could Ever Ask For,
But So Understated,
Your Smile Lighten's A Room,
But You All way's Seem Worried.

I Wish I Could Tell You The Way I Feel,
But It Is Not My Place,
I Shall Just Play The Waiting Game,
Maybe You Will Notice Me.

I'm Not Scared Of Dying,
I'm Scared Of Dying Knowing I Haven't Lived,
Not Really.

I'm Not Scared Of Dying
I'm Just Scared Of Dying Old And Alone,
Full Of Bitterness And Regret.

I'm Not Scared Of Dying
I'm Scared Of Everyone Else Dying,
I Don't Want To Be Alone.

I'm Not Scared Of Dying
I'm Scared Of You Dying,
You Are As Much A Part Of Me As My Very Heart And Without You
My Life Is Not Worth Living

I Gave Up A Long Time Ago,
It Just Took Me A While To Realise.
I Have Lived My Life Without Living It At All.
Full Of Mistrust, Regret And Bitterness,
I Lived My Life In The Space Of No More That Two Decades.
That May Seem Premature,
But I Have Felt All The Feeling This World Has To Give.
And My Mistake's Outweigh My Triumph's,
My Losses Outnumber My Win's
And Second To None Is The Lack Of My Achievement's.
I Have Nothing To Show For My Short Time Spent On This Earth,
All I Can Pretend To Own Is This False Pretence Of Knowledge,
Or Those Once Loved.
But Not Even My Knowledge Mean's Anything,
For I Know A Little About A Lot,
But Really All That Mean's Is I Know Nothing About Everything.
So I Have Accepted My Life Is No Life At All,
With Nothing Left To Lose I Shall Cary On,
Living My Life,
The Only Way I Know
Alone, Distrusting And Bitter.

Man rules the top of the food chain but who rules beside man?
Who rules besides man that is both smart and strong?
Who besides man best friend would stick with him till the end?
Who does man talk to when no one else will listen?
Upon listening who shows comfort with face licks and whimpers?
Upon mans pain runs and signals for help?
Hunting, who does man protect with his life?
Upon injury who does man mend up and help?
Who gives good treats and love to one another?
Why do some men use them to fight, can they not fight there own battles?
Though most are kind, why some are mean to man's best friend?
Use the so selfish who gets a best friends trust?
Dogs have very long memories though ours is longer.
Man will be there for pup when he is more then ready to give in.

Toned, muscular, powerful beasts.
This is the way the world chooses to see.
Outraged, aggression, and dangerous too.
Scared one day, they might bite you.
Not even a second, by the looks, instant fear.
This so called 'reputation' makes us tear.

Continue to breed,
Continue to Buy.
Opt. to put them on a chain so tight.
Opt. to make them fight.
Judging them, at just first sight.
Not bad dogs, just bad owners.
When will the world see the light?

Toned, masculine, powerful features.
Beautiful and intelligent creatures.
Ever so loving, ever so loyal.
So goofy, and eager to please.
Eager to love, Eager for affection.
This is the way the world should see.

A family dog, a protector.
A comedian in ways.
A runway model with natural beauty.
A visitor, for those in pain and lonely.
A caregiver for rehabilitation.
A simple, lasting smile,
A kind that sparks and stays for awhile.
A partner against crime.
A team mate whose there all the time.

A worker, a player to love you at best.
A companion beyond special.
A dog, beyond the rest.
A love, in life, with whatever is next.
A best friend, to say the least.
A Staffies not A beast.
Staffies are the best.

In a relationship and I only see happy singles
Now I'm alone and only see happy couples
Funny how we don't appreciate the little things in life
Of course it hits when its gone

They always say it takes getting knocked down twice
to see it coming and feel ready
Yet everytime I'm in a relationship
I fall too fast and too hard
Over and Over again

I know I shouldn't complain
I've got my freedom
But everytime I see a couple
I regret every last kiss
and every first heartbreaks

Who is he?
The question I ask myself every day.
Am I the sweet, bubbly person, who
Makes people laugh and have fun?
But no, I am not.
I hate being the centre of attention,
But I do it any way to at least be noticed.
Am I the lonely guy,
Who hates life and wishes for death every day?
But no, I am not.
I like to live and experience new things
And maybe at one time I hated life
But then I decided that I will make it
What I want it to be.
So If I am not these things,
Who am I?
I don’t know the answer.
For so long I have pretended to be funny,
To be smart, to be perfect
And in all my pretending,
I have lost myself, if I was even myself to begin with.