Easy answer to a simple problem
Raise my hands and scratch the **** thing
But then again, why should I have to?
Why must I immediately raise my hands to scratch my itchy nose?

Is it because the itch is caused by a parasitic alien?
Hellbent in destroying my body by tickling my prickly nose hairs?
And thus if I scratch my nose I would rid myself of said parasite?
No no no, the idea of such a thing is of the utmost absurdity

The most logical answer is that I must rid myself of discomfort
Discomfort: Quite a word indeed to one that lives well
Where I can sit comfortably on a couch in an air conditioned house
And I can still find something that causes discomfort

Perhaps after I rid myself of this infernal discomfort
I shall go to the kitchen and make myself a lovely roast
With some scallion potatoes on the side with green beans
And then rub uncomfortably on the chair because my ******* itches

I'm not quite sure
if I’m sad or happy
you’re out of my life
I may not know your intentions
or what you were aiming for
when you hurt
me
but I do hope you're satisfied
with your decision
the decision of
destroying the only one
who stood up for you

Like the hands I allowed my cat to scratch
and my unvacuumed floor and unwashed bed sheets,
And the ability to go outside and improve myself
I took you for granted.

Sorry, but i'm taken
for granted by someone
made my heart broken
now my happiness stolen

I walk around an empty room.
I scream at the empty walls: "I'm sorry for throwing away the pictures!"
I yell out at the locked door: "I'm sorry for slamming you too many times!"
I watch the ceiling with keen eyes.
The white plaster makes me think of my family.
I say: "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for walking out. I'm sorry for spending after school hours by the bench outside the bar. I'm sorry for sleeping in other beds. I'm sorry for taking love for granted. I'm-" I see no more. I must be leaving. At least I apologized.

I apologized to the empty walls, the empty door and my empty family on the empty ceiling but no one heard it but me.
I screamed into nothingness, seeking forgiveness but there was no one there to forgive me.  
I was alone.

We spent the whole of our lives
with "the rest of our lives".

until we ran out of time

Today is a day like none other
I am calm, and I'm at peace
My mind isn't running at its fastest speed
My body still relaxes as I continue to bleed

I feel my senses heightened
My life seems enlightened
This day made me realize
We take too much for granted
There's hope in children's eyes
In the morning skies
Being able to live and breathe is a huge prize

I feel content
Like a farmer does after a hard day of work
Like a child playing in the park
The way I feel when I can close my eyes and smell your scent

I found there's beauty in simplicity
In just getting through the day and fulfilling responsibility
In having a heavy breakfast and an afternoon nap
In doing laundry and keeping away my thinking cap

We take too much for granted
From the life we've been given and the people in it
We need to learn to be happy in what we've been handed
For the only thing certain about life and the people in it
Is that to both of these, death is always granted