My life is good
Right?

I have a father
Smart
Kind
A provider for our family
I have a mother
Loving
Hardworking
Someone who will always be here for me
I have a sister
Talented
Hilarious
My best friend

I have a roof over my head
Clothes on my body
Food in my stomach

I have electronics for my entertainment
Friends who I can talk to
Two adorable dogs
Who never fail to put a smile on my face

I have everything I need to be happy
So why aren't I?

Stoney is the breeze hail-storms brings,
failure is the way of our useless fathers,
a dolphin wishes to bring a cheerful sing,
as our our faults halters & gathers.
I can't blame when I'm equally to blame,
I brought down shame upon our name,
Distant seas were more than a chore.

A boil upon knee of Victorian ******,
and vicious ever blows the winter trees,
as we bring the wood and scraps to gather,
Equally as cold as shelter we shall seek
in amongst ruins beautiful & bleak.

I'm sorry my father and my mother,
torn off is the scab that skin had worn
and dust to dust is the light's little born,
just an itch in a little bit of scrap heap.

Weeps comes an angel with a leap
not able to for her destroyed lover,
and the child blows out a four leaf clover.

one phonecall
one sentence

changed everything forever

late wake ups
everyones gone

soobing on the cold tiles
throwing up in front

the only thing left

childhood shows
comfort food
sunset swims

Searching for Galileo,
    the race to be first home,

In a sea of patients
    we climb the probability tree,
    walk upon the shore collecting
      memory shells,

We win the little wars,
     lose the big fight,

These windows are breathing apparatus,
     this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
     rain, tears, weep,

To rest near to you,
     the technicolor sleep,
     and I died with you,

All farewells are sudden.

Fireplace cracks the silence
We're done taking nonsense.
In the dead of night,
Sitting tensely cross-legged
On the same stained couch,
I'm about to leave now.

The wheels roll down the pavement
No one follows, only the sound of rain trickles
And I know deep down
This place isn't safe to stay anymore.

Dark street lights almost made me trip
My head is empty but the feelings are killing me
I've solved the image you made of me
Now there's nothing left of what you thought of me
But I knew in my soul it was time to let go

The new page is left open.
The book is in my hand now
And the pen was stolen from you.