I wish we had more time, more memories together,
But instead, I will cherish the time we had forever,
I will never forgive myself - towards the end I wasn't there,
The family was by your side to show you we do care.
I pray that it's true that your passing was painless and quick,
And that you're now at peace up there and no longer feeling sick.

I already miss you so much, Dad - more than words can ever say,
I already think of you every second of every day.
It was the simple things in life you chose to live for,
Because you were happier knowing you gave your loved ones more,
You hid behind your bark with others but you had a heart of gold,
You strangely preferred others to see you as cold,
I knew you, Dad, even if you mainly showed how you felt in drink,
You were a jolly drunk and softer than most people would think.

There is more people that cared for you than you thought,
You're missed, all of us are left behind distraught,
I know the tears I hold back will flow before too long,
But I will do you proud, Dad, and try my hardest to stay strong.
Your place on this earth I know no one will ever forget,
And not one minute with you I will ever regret.
Every night I will look at the stars in the sky,
But for today, Dad, this is my Goodbye.

Seasons die one after the other,
The voice of death becomes the wind.
A sober man, in a vivid city,
Looking at the moon seems just so bland here.

In a life stuck in quicksand, the rain tasted like wine,
With clouded eyes, wandering in the city,
I'm an innocent man acting suspicious at the station.

It's like a hazy shadow possessing life,
Which I can't clearly identify with myself,
If I sing in this rain, will the clouds break?
A droughty life in the blazing summertime.

Dear my ****** past,
This is a poem to break off relations.
Even if I breathed my last here,
With the remains of spiteful days and nightmares,

After ages, flowers will bloom and reach you,
This is a poem for change,
Even if I suffer and grieve,
With no light flashing onto this lasting song.

Tomorrows die one after the other,
Even if we hurry we never catch up,
And they become our past.
Live recklessly, spotlights last only a moment,
And the meaning of life will soon follow.

Even if your insecure self hates you,
Wondering who you really are,
When you sing, the darkness may clear up
But this is just a life given by a broken dream.

Dear my ****** past,
This is a poem to break off relations.
Even if I did my all,
Just to save what little time I had,

After ages, flowers will bloom and reach you,
This is a poem for change,
Even if I shout or shriek,
With no curtain falling onto this lasting pain.

With a weary face and kicking,
Frowning my face against the blinding sunset
"Should I turn back?" "Should I go?"
But soon I saw my feet taking off.

Yes I must go,
I must live, even if without meaning.
We are disposable lives after all,
We'll leave them here.

Dear my late past, This is a poem of nostalgia,
Just as I thought the horrible days and nightmares,
Were barely the beginning,
They were already left far behind.

Flowers bloom, sway and fall,
And return to this unending cycle of rebirth.
Even if I suffer and grieve,
Without a light to show the end to this lasting song.

Seasons come to life one after the other...

How many nights will I lay here, phone on mute and weeping, while you sleep on? When will I press that unmute button and let you into my head?

Since my puppy died I decided that I need to start living more
For her
I know that's bazare because it was just a dog. She wasn't though.
She was the reason I fell asleep
The reason I didn't go through with plans
She helped me calm down
My best friend
I know its sad and pathetic that a dog was my best friend
I don't care though
Cause watching her paw go slowly limp
Holding her white fluffy fur for the last time
It was heartbreaking
It broke something
But it also flipped a switch
I need to learn to be okay with myself
Cause you never know who is going to leave or when they will
But when they do
You need to still be okay.