I saw a bug
I saw the bug on my bed
I wanted a hug
But oh my, there was no-one here. My head said
So I watched the bug that landed in my mug
I wondered if I should save it
Do bugs feel pain? Emotions?
Does it hurt for a bug to drown?
When I came around the bug had died
So I cleaned my mug as I said a lullaby and poured more tea
They tell me what to wear
They tell me how to act
They tell me what to do
They tell me it’s okay to be myself, different is good
But they do not really mean it
They feed me lies tell me how to be
They want me to be like him, her, or even you
They are a drug people inject on a daily to sustain their thirst
They make me question my sanity
They tear kids away from parents
The kids realize it when it’s too late
The parents are sick and close to the light
And the kids gasp and ask why
But that’s just how the system is
Will we ever be able to break the cycle?
I just don’t know
Fear is what destroyed him.
His fear of change left him in the same place he was birthed.
Fear held him tightly and smothered his dreams.
Fear whispered lies to him at night
Till he could sleep no longer
Fear drove him into taking pills
Fear was his disease he had no idea of how addicted he was
Fear tore apart his wife and little daughter
Fear left him with nothing
Fear sang a lullaby to end him
Fear killed him.
He invited Fear into his mind.
And could never find the strength to ask Fear to leave
Their life was stolen.
All that we have to hold on is our memories.
Can we ever overcome the feeling of being broken?
Everyone needs the overall sense of acumen.
Their life was taken.
Everything they were or could of been is just gone.
You hear that?
That is the emptiness sound of their lifelessness.
People who say you will get over it, have it mistaken.
Life treated them so wrong.
Why does everyone act so normal?
Don’t they see what’s going on?
That isn’t okay its abnormal.
I’ll I can say is just run…
What will suffice this feeling?
Will it be a paused moment in time?
Could it be the fact of realizing?
Can it be another rhyme?
Is it my shallowness creeping away?
Or is it my demons fading?
Maybe I will wake up tomorrow and feel okay.
Maybe everything in my life will just for a minute stop escalating.
Whatever the case is give me your hand
If we are together we are not alone
Being with you I just can
Nothing can hurt me, not even a broken bone.
So don’t look back.
This is it
The overdose is approaching me
I feel it coming within my bones
We are all just sitting on a dock.
Waiting for that unfortunate push.
That makes our heart drop.
We plumage into the water.
As our air is forced out of us.
And our brain is submerged in death.
As our toes start to rot,
The vultures pick through once our stuff.
Oh what luck we will have,
When the clock hits 12 o’clock.