That moment of panic when you thought you were at ease ,
Pleading with your mind 'just 5 minutes please!',
The over thinking, the thoughts they never stop,
Most days plans they become a flop;

Boarding a bus, it would be just my luck
The trembling hands
People start to look
Heart beating fast
How long this one will last ?
Clench your hand hope that it's fast.

The feeling of loosing your mind,
Not one that's ever too kind ,
With everything in life you start falling behind;

It's the trigger for fights & Sleepless nights,
Feeling that you do nothing right in life,
Afraid people will say it's all in your head,
The name is anxiety it's just rarely said!

It's like a path of a never ending journey
One you can't complete in a hurry
There's no map,guide or directions
It's trials and trivias and excitement and sadness
Roads of curves and bumps , straight paths & crossed ones
Success and failure repeated continuously
Love and regret,family and enemies
Mistakes to set you for the future
Learn your own lessons without being warned,
You have a set time you must remain in the game but a time of which you are unaware,
Tasks to be competed
Days feeling defeated but at the finish line you will see what you came to be

Dear generation

Why is it that what's in the media is all the craze?
Big lips , small waist seems what is it these days ,

How come
Education isn't important ?
When the images in your brain of life are distorted

You complain of migrants coming from ashore
Yet you aren't even aware of the difference between a refugee and a migrant for sure

Why do you laugh when you see someone different ?
How many of your brain cells are you missing?

Why do you joke at someones appearance
Ever think a stroke may be the interference

How come you think it's cool to have a friend who's gay?
But yet you question if being transgender is okay?

You point and giggle at the girl who is 'fat'
Ever consider a medical issue being the cause of that?

Dear generation

Why do you think everyone should be the same?
& judge someone for not wanting to play your games

Why can't we speak of things that are important..
racism, **** & crime of the sorts
Because these topics of conversation aren't cool of course

How come girls are ***** & ******
When who knows what happens with Guys behind closed doors..

How is that taking drugs at 13 has become normal ?
Yet you can't be Seen with your parents at a store though?

Dear generation

Take a step back think of what you've become,
We could change this mess for the future one by one..

Christmas comes again this year,
Except we do not have you here,
Sitting at our table ,
Filling us with cheer ,
Singing Christmas songs with us and raising up your beer ,
To happiness & health within the new year.
Today we will remember ,
The joy you used to bring
And each moment of the day your presence with us will ring ,
You're still our father, grandad& friend  & today to you our Christmas love we will send.
Your love and memories are still here and we will miss you it's very clear

Let me drift away with the other unheard souls ,
Watching my past , my present and setting goals ,
Let me feel the pain release and iron out each and every crease,
Let these days of sadness cease and pick myself up piece by piece

Allow me to stop unloading on her,
And some how somewhere find a cure,
For with these feelings I am quite unsure,

I want to keep this happiness and not be this giant big mess
what is this what do you suggest?

I have made it,
I have pieced myself up bit by bit,
Getting stronger with every hit,
With help around ,
Never let myself reach the ground ,
Where in the past I would have drowned,
My thoughts, my feelings are my embrace ,
Recovery you see, it is not a race ,
It is something which requires you to set your pace,
No matter how long you are down,
I promise you can still come around ,
With happiness your aim ,
You will never be the same ,
Although of your depression never be ashamed ,
I have scars and I have marks ,
Of which I may never part,
But accepting them is just the start,
The strength I feel now ,
Before to stop myself I did not even know how.
If you're a survivor of depression please take your bow.

When lust turned to want ,
It was all a dream,
But want soon turned to fights,
They were never seen,

The words of love & anger and doubt,
That's what the relationship was about,
The hate she splattered across my mind ,
often traces of love you could never find ,

In anger she would shout and scream and push,
The relationship we had was not based on trust,
Once a friend, another girl was involved,
That's why this mist trust could not be solved,

It was friends or her , my emotions they all began to stir,
This could not be real she loved me I was sure ,
I made a choice of my free will,
My friends they are with me still,

The memories we have they remain,
The words she shouted my thoughts they stain ,
When I speak of it now I'm told I must have been insane ,
The relationship to me caused an emotional strain.