Until it affects someone we love, We don’t even know it’s there. It’s really not our problem, So why should we care.

The statistics are quite shocking, One in four they say Will suffer from depression In their lives one day.

There’s not much stigma anymore For this serious mental flaw. But no one knows where it will strike, It’s just the luck of the draw.

No one would choose to live with it, And some don’t even try. I see my daughter suffering And all she can do is cry.

Most people turn the other cheek, They’ve been doing it for years. But I must face the pain I see, In my daughter’s tears.   -Woody-

When will it end, the way that I feel. Where are you now, that I know that it's real.

Will I get one more chance, to hold you and dance. Is it really all over, now my feelings advance.

Such a fool I was been before, now you're gone I need you more. Until its over you never know. The feelings that I did not show.

I wish you knew, you were my world, My one and only, special girl.

Forever sorry, here I am. Truly yours, A broken man. -Woody-

One of the things I love about you,
is that you listened for the growl of my spirit.
And heard it,
when it was so muted it couldn’t be heard.
You coaxed my wild out of hiding, and
into the light.
For that alone I should love you.
But that’s not the reason that I do.
There’s no particular reason,
and then there’s everything.
The way you talk to me,
Touch me.  
The kiss to die for.
It’s what I see in your eyes,
in your smile.  
That I can make you chuckle,
at the most inappropriate times.
It is simply all about you.

Tell me your secrets
I might tell you a lie
Talk to me slowly
I might tell you im fine
Inject me with poison
So my brain feels numb
Make me dumber and dumber
Till my mind succumbs

As you lay asleep-I recount each word, every
sound and syllable,
I memorize them;

and despite my plans I still spill out
over these words
and all across my page, that
As you lay asleep-
I am left to my imagination
and in a failure
or another life,  
rhyme and rhythm
take priority,
and
my imagination settles.

as you lay asleep, I wonder

then regret.

Outgoing closet
With a shy hanger
Covering private parts
From open exposure
Sometimes a family
Shares the same space
But not the same views