The pain that I never show,
Is the pain that you'll never know.

I'm missing you like crazy,
Surviving ain't easy.
Without you I'm lazy.
My thoughts so noisy,
While I'm feeling so lonely.
Everything so empty.
Maybe you aren't ready,
So let's not get hasty.
The time we've got are plenty.
Let's start friendly,
Then we can get steady
Even until we're twenty.
The possibilities, so many.
So everything matters, even how petty.
I wouldn't want any.
Except the one with you already.

the unfinished burden that had left me in bitter state.

my body, it screamed within the circles of my mind.
my legs, it wobbled with laughter of cries.
my hands, it shivered in fear of happiness.
my mind, it raced with thoughts filled with broken pieces of consciouness.
my eyes, it huddled with tears of misery.

no, this is not one of those depressing poems.
no, this is not one of those suicidal poems.
no, this is not one of those poems that impacts your mentality to hover around with sadness.

i want you to know,
with everything you are, you're a perfection in everyone's heart.
you're the smile that lights up the entire universe.
you're the inhaler for laughters.
you're an individual with exceptions and exclusive features.
you're significant.
you're you.

let's just be happy all over again, shall we?

What happened?
What happened to that 4 year old kid?
The kid that everyone knew.
The kid that had a broad smile.
The kid that's always happy.
The kid that's always active and sporty.
The kid that loves to play ball and had no worries over life.
What happened?
Now,that kid has growned up.
As he steps in to the teenage phase
He thought that everything was going to be fine.
But that was his largest mistake.
Gradually after the days.
He changed.
From a person who smiles to a person that's frowns.
He gave up on everything
His favourite hobbies and sports all seemed to have lost his interest
He was no longer that happy and chirpy boy.
He became a suicidal and depressed.
His best friend.  
The person that he trusted the most.
Betrayed him.
He was left shattered into pieces.
Helpless from what was to come
His life took a dive
Everything when from bad to worse.
He needed someone.
He has lost all hope.
What else can he do besides surviving the onslaught of his problems?

This is River Monsters, mate, and I'm like Jeremy Wade
Helping myself to dates, while I'm lying in wait
Along the Strait of Rhymes, waiting for someone to take my bait
What can I say? It's three quarters to eight
Looks like no one's ready to be put on a hot plate and made irate
I'm Alexander the Great and I'm conquering this "poetic" estate

With words that are as venomous as a krait
Let me try to actuate you to think of rhymes to create
But you're not thinking straight, this is MY trait, you're too late
Heading for the home plate, around it I perform a figure eight
Although I don't skate, heh... Hey, your pupils are dilate!
Guess you didn't know, being inundate with my words was your fate

This is all you're able to tolerate, I estimate. It's not going to abate so when you're ready and you can relate, come find me, I'll be lying in wait.