Dying Without You

Countless apologies,
Because I went wrong,
Sitting here crying,
And playing this song,
If you go,
I'll miss you dearly,
Without you around,
It's hard to see clearly,
Hard to see,
Through my tears,
Made of memories,
Of this past year,
I value you,
Oh so much,
Life is better,
With your finishing touch,
And if I've lost that,
I'll just keep crying,
Because without you around,
I am dying.

With Some Help

I am failing,
I did it again,
I have to stop,
I can, but don't know when,
It best be soon,
As it's adding together,
It's getting worse,
Stopping is now or never,
I'm going to do this,
I'm going to pull through,
But not alone,
I need help from you.

Thank You So Much

I know the mess I'm in,
Is through fault of my own,
Even though,
I had been shown,
How to avoid it,
And never give in,
But I ignored him,
And continued with my guilty sin,
He found out,
And he got angry,
But still continued,
Trying to make me see,
He persuaded me to stop,
And I can't thank him enough,
For helping me through,
So many times so tough.

Silly Things

Looked upon,
In a sad way,
For silly things,
I'd like not to say,
Disapproving looks,
Are thrown at me,
But my life's not easy,
And that they can't see,
They don't realise,
The help it is,
For me to do,
Silly things like this.

Screw Up

Here I am,
The person I hate,
I realise this now,
But it might be too late,
I think I can correct this,
All of the damage I've done,
Get everything back together,
All that's come undone,
But right now,
I'm not happy being me,
Because what I've become,
Is not what I want to be,
Time to reverse the process,
Go back to who I was before,
Get my life back on track,
Before I screw up more.

Questions

There're all these questions,
Swimming in my mind,
Where's life going,
What've I left behind,
Some answers are there,
Fairly easy to see,
Others are a blur,
What could they be,
I have no idea,
Does anyone at all,
Who has the answers,
Who should I call,
There're all these people,
With good and bad advice,
Some are useless,
Even if they're being nice,
Such stupidity,
Even though they mean well,
At least they aren't those,
Condemning me to hell,
But those people are about,
Sometimes getting me down,
I can only try to ignore them,
As they wish me to drown,
Pressing on through the boredom,
The anger and pain,
Wondering if my life,
Will ever be the same,
As it was before,
When I was so happy,
I want those good times back,
I want to be me.

Writer's Block

Creativity, where does it go,
Sometimes you can get that positive flow,
At others you seem dead,
Not enough words inside your head,
No rhythm or formation,
No draw for creation,
Seems impossible to write,
But you gotta put up a fight,
Then the words just spill,
And you're all set to kill.