“It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.”

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

The past has taught me some lessons so today I’m counting my blessings I promise I’ll do more than just survive every moment I’m grateful that I’m alive.

Don’t pretend that you care for me don’t pretend you’re there for me I’ll burn some bridges if I need to start to realize that I don’t need you.

I’m not the fighter I used to be no courage left in me in my safe place and on my own I’m trying to build a home.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

I was pushed to my limit and it almost broke my spirit I know change is for the best but there’s a part of me I haven’t left I’m taking time to love this mind of mine.

Life is time lapsing behind me so I’m resting this mind of mine taking a step back giving myself some time to find my soul hoping I like what I find.

Throwing my hands up and admitting defeat there are some things in this world I just can’t beat these currents are too strong knocking me off my feet.

It all fell down like a house of cards that’s why I had to put up my guards now I’m back to building a stronger base cause now I know anything in this world I can face.

Some night I fear going to sleep as I know I’ll have to wake to dread the dawn of a new day cause I don’t know how much more this soul of mine can take.

I was molded by your hands like a castle in the sand then the waves came and left me in nothing but ruins so I rebuilt myself once again now I know, that I can survive in the rain.

I’m a lost soul chasing deadlines and minimum wage instead of dreams I’m a caged spirit losing my mind to lack of sleep.

I won’t miss another day because the day before hurt my feelings won’t hold me to ransom time is no longer borrowed I’ll wait, for a better tomorrow.

Each day we move further into the abyss sleepless at midnight reciting memories and people I miss the mundanity has quickly become a reality.

What if my ink runs dry or I have no words to sum up the tears I cry how do I write about nothing?

I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.

TV is a hard job. You work 15 hours a day. People tell you what to do. I hate to do it.

Without your health, you’ve got nothing going on. I thank God every day for good health.

I saw their folks more that day than they did the whole weekend.

I don’t like losing. But I don’t think I ever go to the park where I have a bad day. I don’t think once.

If you so choose, each day can be filled with even more joy than the one before. If you so choose, even the most seemingly random events can work in your favor.

Do not, on a rainy day, ask your child what he feels like doing, because I assure you that what he feels like doing, you won’t feel like watching.

They were great days, great nights at St James’ Park and I remember them with affection. Maybe they are forgotten too quickly.

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting – for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.