I know how this ends
Violent words with sharp edges
Cutting through a fragile mind
The poison of loneliness
Never one to be kind
Towards a beating heart

I know how this ends
Thunderstorms and hurricanes
A waterfall of thoughts
Echoing through his head
Where once music played
Now there’s screaming instead

I know how this ends
Never mind how it began
He knows not what he’s doing
Too numb to make a plan
It’s himself he’ll end up losing
Unless you offer him a hand

I hardly
       knew that
                this road
          would lead
      me here...
        I just took it
and I'm
starting
to realise
     that
     sometimes
you find home
  by chance...
         And
      at times
by luck
home
           finds you
      poetry is my
       home... I
      stumbled
             into her
              and she
                  loves me more than
                       anyone may ever...