The Romeo to Your Julietneatly packaged in an ivorybox, with bows and ribbons and afragile stamp right on thefront, my heart was ready to bemailed directly to youand i watched day in and day outas guy after guy took advantageof your kindness generosity eagerness to fall head over heels inability to recover when you've fallen without being caughti tried to be there every timethat you were on the groundwithout a hand to help youback to your feetthat's all i ever really was to youa shoulder to cry onand maybe a cuddle-buddy oncold winter nights when you'relonely and just want someoneto be there for youand of course i had to obligehow could i notwhen you were the veryreasonfor my existencei dedicated everything to youbecame fully invested in your stockeven thoug
A True FriendA True FriendI called your name, but you weren't thereI wish so much that I didn't careI wanted to talk to you todayI had a lot of things to sayI loved our talks that used to last foreverI loved the times when we were togetherI loved the stories that you used to tellHow you closed your eyes and remembered them wellStories of when you were youngBack when your life had just begunOf all the people you had met along the wayNo one ever had a bad word to sayYou dug deep back into your memoriesWhen I was young and sat on your kneeAll the homemade stuff you used to makeIt makes me wish that I knew how to bakeI will tell my children all about you, tooI'm so sorry that they never had the chance to meet youThank you Grandma, for the stories of your youthI will treasure them my whole life through
Me Myself and IMe Myself and IFor a long time it has been me, myself and II do not know the reason whyI have lots of family and friendsBut its always me in the endIf I get disappointed or let downIt is me that wears the blame crownI sometimes feel like a complete failureEspecially when I don't know what I'm afterI set myself up to let me fallI bang my head against the wallSometimes with the help of some medicineMe myself and I have to be friendsI fall asleep with a full mindMe myself and I can be so unkindI try not to torture myself so muchBut with me, it is as suchI love to be in isolationMe myself and I are in celebrationI don't mind when other people come aroundThat's just another person I let downMy animals love me, I am their heroInside my head I am a big zeroDepression is a hard thing to overcomeMe myself and I have not wonWhen the black hole sucks you inMe myself and I will never winWhen my therapist asks me how I feelHow do you describe a wheelRolling down the hil
Through The GlassI am standing in a hallway looking through the glassI see a woman sitting in the chairs with her head in handsShe seems to be grieving or maybe just in disbeliefI try to come through the door, but it is stuckI keep pulling and pulling but it will not openShe raises her head and looks up like she can hear meI am pounding on the door open handed now to no availNo one seems to hear me or even know I'm thereI start to walk down the hallway to find someoneI can see people, but it seems they cannot see meI scream to see if I can hear my voiceIt seems I cannot even hear myselfI am breaking out in a cold sweat nowAs I head back towards the lady through the glassThe one I went to look for help forShe is at the counter now, and she is crying harderThe receptionist seems uncaring, unfeelingThe lady is beside herself with griefHer body is trembling with every sobEven though I cannot hear her, I know the signsThere must be a loved one near that she needsThrough the g
Why is there Nightmare?Dreams lead to possibilities.Dreams lead to our surroundings.We think dreams keep us whole.But one question, if dreams keep us whole,and nightmare make us unreasonable,why would their be such thing as "nightmare"?