We all have a favourite place
Where we all love to go ~
To think or paint or take a friend
Someone special that we know~
A spot that brings us peace of mind
A place to be alone~
A place to bring ourselves up to date
And a place we can call our own~
There might be a little brook
Or just a big old lazy tree~
A little hill behind the house
A place we can feel free~
Well ... I for one have such a place
And I go there once in awhile~
Its years away from confusion
But in distance  just a mile~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Woke up with a cloudy morning
With heavy thoughts haunting me
Thinking of what could happen next
Worrying about who's gonna leave again
Having fear of feelin depressed
Noticing scars dont heal fast
Replacing a broken heart with a much fragile one
Giving a fake happy life to the world

He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.

Why worry about being dead ?
You would then have nothing to dread.

please don't read my thoughts
there is so much you don't want to know
it's dark and it's crowded and it's not healthy

someone else in my head speaks for me
please pretend you can't hear what they say
i can't speak out loud when i can't see

i don't feel this way
i don't feel it
these are not mine

please just don't read my thoughts