I'd better rename the last one.

I miss feeling.
Like I'm meaning.
Something to you, squeezing.
My throat, wheezing.
Breathing.
Is so hard now.
Like I've been barred now.
See these scars how.
The flare in the dark.
Every beat of my heart.
Skipping.
Slipping.
Away.
On the day.
I look to the sky.
See the moon collide.
With the sun tonight.
And take flight.
From a burning world.
I destroyed myself.
And myself destroyed.
Totally void.
Of emotion.
Like an ocean.
That is frozen.
No shifting tides.
Nowhere to hide.
On plains of ice.
From your cold shoulder.
When I'm older.
I may thaw.
But until then, I'll stay flawed.
-H

My final post.

The scar on my chest is healing nicely.
But I still want to slice me.
Open and dig through the flesh.
Cut it open afresh.
And get to my heart.
Tear it appart.
I'm sick of the pain.
Over agian.
I say these things.
Look these stings.
The hurt quite a bit.
So I'll slip.
Between the ribs.
Pull till it slips.
Out of my grip.
Lands on the floor.
Stitch up the gore.
And become cold once more.
-H

It appears it's me again.
Who is the outlet of your pain.
I take everything you throw.
And I will never ever go.
The words you use, they hurt like hell.
And penetrate every cell.
They smash straight through every defence.
I ever built, that's why I'm tense.
You cut me up, and brake me down.
But always I will stick around.
Be there for you through thick and thin.
Even when you kick me in.
That's why I used to stay so cold.
It's easier than to fold.
And open up your heart to pain.
And let the tears fall just like rain.
But like I've said, I'm always there.
To hold you up, because I care.
-Harry

I love to drive.
And see the sights.
Of people meeting, beneath street lights.
Young people and lovers.
On the run from their mothers.
Hoods up, covers.
The faces of the others.
Who are as close as brothers.
And the bouncers shudder.
And the fags are lit.
To the smell of fish n chips.
As people switch.
From pub to pub.
Bar to bar.
Club to club.
As we glug.
And forget the world.
Outside the walls.
As a tune falls.
It drops.
Rave.
Forget the day.
Let it play.
Run through your brain.
As you drain.
Another drink.
On the brink.
Of a tactical chundder.
Feeling under.
The seat for your phone.
It's time to get a taxi home.