I've only lived so many years

Only lived in so many places

Have only met so many people
And have only experienced so many things

But I've lived more than one life through every connection


Lived in all of the places they have been

Felt every feeling one feels with their loved ones








And have seen time as they have seen
it

unwind

And though it may seem impossible



through their eyes I see me

the world



in their reflection

An avalanche of empathy
             dislodged
covering me in suffocating
                                realisation.

That I wasn't the mountain,
       more the snow.
               Soft and delicate,
   sentiment never compacted enough.

Hey
You
Yeah you
How you doing?
Getting on with stuff
In this rough of roughest times?
Or wobbling a bit?
Sit in your jimjams all day. It’s cool.
Anyone with anything worth saying
Loves you
Be annoyed a lot
And try to smile
But don’t fret if it takes a while
The ups and downs are real. Feel em.
If you have a hug to hand, use it.
If not, accept the alternative
Through screens
We mean it

I cannot give any more.
I cannot give any more.
But my whole personalities built around "kindness"
and if I cant give then I'm what?
Stuck?
So let's work this out,
whats wrong with your heart?
It won't come out,
no, it won't even start
and then moving on, what's wrong with your brain?
It yearns for the past, but it won't be the same.
it's clear to see you've got a disease.
What's the disease?
Well, its called Empathy.
It means you'll give blood till there's none left to bleed.
But I do not want to be kind!
What?
I only want to survive,
No, this efforts exhausting it's getting me nowhere
and where does that leave me? Alone.
You do not have a choice.
The honey slips into your voice
kindness flows through your veins
and its something that cannot be changed
caring is what fulfills you
lear to harness it before it kills you.

People talk about death
As if it is the end
Sometimes I see it as a beginning

They tell me that a person expires
When there role is played
And they have done there part

Sometimes I think this body of ours
Is made of wood
The older it grows the more it has to offer

Many people die before their time
People talk of death among other things
These are the very people who should be allowed to grow

Like footfalls in a memory
I ignore the humble crying
A soreness fades, from abstention to hurt
I never reacted
As I freely expressed
I have felt your ascent
I have seen your descent
As I cascaded in contemplation
Into a wheelchair, I lean against
This vibrant child knows time

when the world ended,
i fell to the floor,
tears rolling down,
the future tore.

heart in my throat,
my jaw felt weak,
you held me tight,
you kissed my cheek.

when the world ended,
your hand on mine,
softly caress,
fingers entwined.

no whispered words,
you let me be,
your quiet strength,
meant the world to me.

And on that day, when the world ended,
you held my hand,
you stayed with me,
you made me see,
my world could be...
mended...
again...
someday.

I've passed the homeless on the street,
Wondering if today they'll eat,
And I cry, Why me?

I know plenty who attend AA,
And many who didn't make today,
And I cry, Why me?

I know there's millions unemployed,
As dwindling aid keeps them buoyed,
And I cry, Why me?

They're lonely and they're isolated,
The throngs, apart and dissipated,
And I cry, Why me?

Many friends and family die,
Yet still I cry, Why me?

Why me, indeed, a plaintiff wail.
Why me? Why me?
Until I fail.