Hold hold hold and
FALL
Down,
past  supermarket trolleys on either side, ready for acceleration into upset stomachs.
Every trolley has a lady.
A lady who asks "what are you doing?"
Unable to respond, you keep falling uncontrollably all over the place.
Time doesn't exist for you.
This will never be over.

And you're on your back.
In a house that has no resemblance to anything inside your clogged mind.
Trying to get out, you kick and kick and kick and you're out?
Just to loop back to where you fell.

Faint voices bring you back into a reality that isn't the same as you once remembered.
Your head cemented to the floor, able to only move one half of your body.
The world is gone.
You are the only one remaining.
And as you realize this, tears start to fall.
Not because you're the only one remaining, but because your closest friends who were so near are gone.
You never want to feel this.

But this doesn't last.
You can hear the sound of your friend who snaps your memory back into order
and you realize what has just happened.
You won't be going down there for a while.

There is this boy I once knew
Foolish and young
He longed to be the class clown
Loud mouthed
His mother would tell him "think before you speak"
He would only apply it when he got something out of it
Like staying out after curfew
Un appreciative towards everything that mattered
A bit of an ego
Too many friends to count
He didn't like a challenge
Or work
Or any type of learning
His school results showed that
His heart was un breakable
With an exception to those couple of first loves
That were way too easy to obtain
He always knew
They were never going to last
Though they caused attempted suicides and self harm
A foolish lover
Innocent at heart
He would make sure no one would ever notice
He formed an unbreakable shell
It did him good for a while
Until it felt the touch of the most purist hand out there
It went boom and exploded right there and then
No one has found him since.

There is this boy I know
Well he isn't really a boy anymore
He has learnt from many mistakes
Slowly maturing
Over looking for attention, though he finds it nice sometimes
A quiet spoken introvert
Formed by something his mother use to tell him
He will never forget it
Appreciative towards everything that matters
He has learnt what means the most
No ego
He watches ego filled ***** and wonders how they always win
Wishes he had a bit of one
A few close friends to always count on
All he needs
Regrets his schooling life
Wishing he made better decisions
Though he wouldn't realize this until he grew up a bit
And everyone knew that was going to take time
A shattered and beaten heart
Though he found love in pills, a lot more than he would like to admit
A replacement that can't replace the real thing
Longing for the touch of something he once felt
He needs to be re built
You may see him wondering around
Waiting to be found.