Scrappy

At our early 60's, when you gain your weight and become fat as hell,  And can't even adjust in the family photo frame,  That would never be the reason to bother me anyway,  But just remember,I would still love you the same.    If at any instance, you loose your weight and become lean and thin,  And can't even walk fast and act as a lame, And if Sometimes I couldn't be a shelter for your wind, But just remember, i would still love you the same.  Sometimes if you are mad and sad with the mess in your life,  And all you want to do is recover and end the game,  Well, I might sometimes miss the oppurtunity to make you happy, But just remember, I would still love you the same.

These days I feel unusual things happening. I don’t hear those voices in my head and they don’t JUST whisper anymore. They have been rescued from the prisons. THEY ARE LOUDER THIS TIME AND DON'T EVEN HIDE ANYMORE. They are there for me WHEN I NEED SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON. THEY GOT MY BACK LIKE NOBODY ELSE DOES. They free people who don’t  deserve to stay. When broken, lost and on loneliness, they take control on my soul. They love me more than I do. They are dark and mean.  Still I feel like I have just started living.  My cruel, selfish and self loving demons are who here “They” are.

The roof top possessed unusual view today,  Wind that blew had distinct story to convey.  As random thoughts took over my mind,  And station of these cognition were hard to find.  Found the moon pairing with my glass of wine,  Blood red color both possessed gave unusual shine.  Darkness covering as the time crossed its line,  Everything went numb just to claim this moment was mine. Is that me or a wine that thinks ?  These logic had no hole but still sinks.  My random thoughts were still on a mission,  Screaming their brain's off so that I could listen.   I probably had been missing something,  Maybe a partner to overcome this lone thing.  With someone who could take over moon's attention.  Still what could hurt the most? These fake expectations ! But these stories of mine remain untold,  Build with trust issues, it required guts to unfold.  S...

     To me he often resembles broken pieces Which has to be refined even after all the stiches, He still has many of his scars to date, Save him before it is too late. He is a craven, running away is what he does often, Teach him to stand tall, either a gain or a lesson. But facing everyone is what he hates Save him before it is too late. Liquors, herbs and all feels like a heaven, He does it all in the name of fun Everyday is a new day he never hesitates to celebrate, Save him before it is too late. Great faith in friends, partners in crime, Friends? They can take their mask off in no time. Judging fake ones from the circle which he can never relate Save him before it is too late. Broken love, heartbreaks and face with a disgrace, Chasing every girl, for the feelings left to replace. Patience, love and respect fill it in his mindset Save him before it is too late.             ...