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Steve Raishbrook Apr 2014
In school they always tell you to be nice
But as you get older that doesn't suffice
You’re forced to join the rat race
Get blood on your hands and dirt on your face

You’re compelled to live up to societies expectations
Make time for your disingenuous relations
While you’re spoon fed meaningless entertainment
Where did I sign up for this ****** arrangement?

Now as I’m writing this
I’m entering the abyss
Of my own personal doom
While those around me mindlessly consume
Steve Raishbrook Apr 2014
There’s a world outside your window don’t you know?

All you gotta do is take that step into the unknown

Take a stand, grab my hand I’ll walk you through the foggy ruins of time

All you gotta do is throw away the past and leave it all behind

And walk with me to our future……..
Steve Raishbrook Apr 2014
When your head gets stuck in the ground there’s a feeling all around, you’re too tall, too small, too fat or too thin, people judging you everywhere, you never know what tomorrow might bring.  

This feeling inside grips you tight, keeps you awake at night, haunting you till the morning light.  You want to scream loud and true to let everyone know what you’re really going through.

This feeling inside haunts you while you work, it’s always on your mind, everyone just says you’ll be fine, you try to fight it but it just simply won’t be fought

With this feeling inside you never understand who you’re friends are, who they might be, who’s talking behind your back, who’s truly on your side, when will this feeling finally subside?

You’re constantly looking for a route out from this feeling inside, all the while it slowly wears away at your soul, facing it every day is begging to take its toll, this feeling inside comes over like a tidal wave that’ll follow you to your grave.
Steve Raishbrook Mar 2014
Everyday I miss you
I don't think I can make it through
Without you this world loses it's joy
I remember you as a sparkling young boy

Once full of promise and potential
But what was to happen, so influential  
On that faithful day my brother died
Knowing from then you'd never be by my side

This cruel world has beaten me down
This depression is merely met with frown
No one understands my inner feeling
My mind I must set to healing

How can I go on with this guilt
This beautiful life we built
So swiftly and cruelly taken away
Upon your lonsome grave sits a solemn bouquet

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