No I'm not fine.
I'm going out of my mind.
Trying to find.
A reason why.
I should stay.
I should say.
I wont delay.
But I can't slay.
The fears.
That bring the tears.
That keep me here.
Liquid spears.
That pierce my skin.
So I keep feelin's.
Within.
And hide behind a grin.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

This way.
I can take.
So much Pain.
And it's plain.
To see.
Why for me.
This is easy.
As how I breathe.
Please.
Believe.
I'm not heartless.
Regardless.
Of what I want you to think.
And sometimes I want to drink.
Away the pain.
Or take it all away.
But still I saty.
Strong as I can.
Too many people need me.
For me to so speedily.
End it.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

Sometimes I open up, but it's hard for me to do it.
So I keep as closed as I can, the point don't persue it.
This armour is all I have.
Slapped on me by my dad.
When he told me to toughen up.
So I did, crying did stop punches.
While I'm being beaten up on school lunches.
And my nose just crunches.
And bleeds.
It feeds.
The need.
To no longer beable to be hurt.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

-Harry

Love Lost Part 3

Theis pain is bliss.
It's like a kiss.
I wont be missed.
I pump my fists.
And tear new rifts.
My spirit lifts.
And falls again.
Under the strain.
Of a noose on my brain.
Let loose for the pain.
It brings.
The blade, stings.
As I cut out my heart,
I said before, it's an art.
To be void of emotion.
It takes some devotion.
Cold as the sea, oceans!
Froze over.
I'm no closer.
To home.
I'm so alone.
And love it.
The fact that I plumet.
So low.
When I'm solo.
Hollow as polo.
A bad metaphor.
But I'm sad therefor.
I don't care.
I wont glare.
At myself in a mirror.
I shiver.
See, you don't know me.
Why I'm so lonely.
and I'm cold, only.
Thing is, I care too much.
Too share too much.
Would leave me such.
An open wound.
To be made worse.
It's such a curse.
But I bare it well.
-Harry

I'll say goodbye now.
Even with a dry mouth.
Please don't cry, how.
Can, I, fly South.
For the winter.
When you're in me like a splinter?
You're under my skin.

So I'll go North.
To run from the source.
That made me change my course.
I wont even pause.
To catch my breath.
I don't need a rest.
But you're under my skin.

After a few months, maybe a year.
I will come back, from facing my fears.
Leaving you will, reduce me to tears.
But I will not cry, in front of my peers.
I'll come back stronger.
Staning no longer.
With you under my skin.
-Harry

I've just found out, that I can't join the Navy.
There's something in my blood, so I've been down lately.
But I walk around smilin, while people slate me.
See they whisper behind my back, don't want to agrivate me.
And I laugh at the fact that people begged me to stay.
Now, when I wave at you, you turn the other way.
We hardly speak anymore, ok, fair play.
Even if we do, you don't have much to say.
I don't mind though, honestly, I'm fine.
I've more to worry about, than you on my mind.
I've got to try and find.
A way for me to climb.
Out of this hole, it'll just take time.
And when I'm finally back, up on my two feet.
I'll run far away, new people I will meet.
I'll come back though, I promise, don't worry.
Just don't expect me to be back in a hurry.
Sometimes change, is what somebody needs.
I know I do, I want to be freed.
I need to go away, get my own space.
Clear my head a little, in some quiet place.
There once was a time.
We'd talk all night.
Usually when, your boyfriend made you feel shite.
But that was a year ago, now we're not so tight.
So I'll say goodbye, goodnight, God bless.
A bit happier now, I've lain these feelings to rest.
-Harry

"To travel to unknown from lost"

To lose a life of living
And move into unknown
Requires people giving
And all the love they've shown

To flee from desperation
And dive straight into bliss
Needs that sweet sensation:
A fleeting lover's kiss

To leave this world of plenty
And make that fatal choice
A broken soul must empty
Of all but one sweet voice

Simplicity

Things are changing faster than
I can run up
(Out of breath, smoke filing out of my mouth
One Co2 after the next
An upheaval)
And catch them,
Maybe they are dandelions, feathers, snow
Maybe it's a plastic bag
A leaf
Rubbish.
I'm still trying to catch it.

Let's talk about it
Sit me down with a cup and don't tell me
Line limits
Let's talk about it over a drop of Baileys
We'll give it a title
Like Carol Ann Duffy with her nostalgia.

See
There
Is
No
Purity.

Like there is no love that stretches out from my road to my friend's road
In San Francisco
I thrown myself like a dice and then maybe, just maybe
I'll stretch out, along with the abstract nouns and then maybe
There is a chance
That I will see a glimpse of it in a
Coffee bean

In a coffee machine
.
Still for a minute
Then nothing but a whiff
In the chef's nose.
Catch it if you can.