I'm weak when you're around
       Feels like falling to the ground
       Yesterdays are moments to forget
       Tomorrow, what could I get ?

I can't focus on anything,
       I want to but it's not working
       It's killing me little by little,
       It's like a song but what's the tittle?

My heart is in pain,
       It feels insane
       I want to go back in time,
       When I never knew your name.

The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing

I am but a Watcher, and this I will always be.
I have wide open eyes, yet I pretend not to see.
Bad things are taking place, and yet I in mournful bind,
Am obliged to always watch, pretending to be blind.

I see the wars, I see the blood, I see the poison tree.
I am but a Watcher, and this I will always be.
I see the dying Earth, and I see the dying Sun.
The moon, the stars, they'll all die, and so will everyone.

And yet I do nothing, I am but stuck in my place.
Forced to only use the pair of lenses on my face.
I am but a Watcher, and this I will always be.
I try to act, I try to, but something's stopping me.

It had been from the beginning, and so, till the end:
"All the world is but an eye, that watches, never bends."
I am part of this world, with hopes, yet no act to reach.
I am but a Watcher, and this I will always be.

She who's in my sight,
         always turns left and right
                     hoping I fight,
                   make a smile or
                            TWO
              just to impress both of
                            YOU

the people you love ****.
when you need them and they're not there.

the people you love ****.
cause you're bored and lonely but they don't seem to care.

the people you love ****.
because they didn't notice your sad and now you're writing this.

the people you love ****.
they think you're sad over nothing and will get over it.

the people you love ****.
they don't want to see the open wounds in your heart.

the people you love love you too
they don't even know who you are.

                                                                                        - g.w

Hi.
You might not know me
But for real
I don't even blame you
I gave up long ago
on sharing who I was
while hiding
who I am

Hi.
I seem a stranger
good and bad
and all the in-between
It wasn't so pretty
or easy, or real, or "fine"
but I am
OK now.

Hi.
I was an addict.
drugs of choice?
Elusive approval
Associated shame
Stolen identity
Yes, I was
just a fraud.

Hi.
Here I am broken.
you scold me
and then I lose myself
a scapegoat to be razed
to be a throwaway
But I raised
my self up.

Hi.
I’m a mosaic
Living art
I'm pieces of past lives
And though I was scattered
I am collected now
I made this
this beauty

Hi.

The voices in my head
chewing up my brain
consuming what is me
and driving me insane

The predators pursue me
I run to stay away
but eventually they catch me
I'm their favorite prey

My own worst enemy
is always deep inside
self doubt and deprecation
masticating on my pride

I have no more self esteem
it's like I have been ******
pounded, tenderizing me
nothing left but bones

Simply a skeleton left
of my former self
I have destroyed all of me
through the loss of mental health

i long for damp gold tears
from the dying trees
for me to inhale the summer's death
and exhale the winter's birth
when the air is hangs low with drowsiness
and cinnamon settles in the wind
what more can i want-
than cold nose and warm chest-
so loosely wrapped in ochre wool?