Am I the only one in this institution that thinks running Windows XP is valid?

A king once said,

only jesters rush head first,

well consider me the circus,

because that's all I do

The priest once told me,

love is the biggest blessing,

but he forgot about the heartache,

that can't be covered by a dressing.

And the fool was the wisest,

he kept his mouth shut,

didn't speak a single word,

just because he thought he knew the truth.

When games are played,

no one mentions that we both lose,

even if everyone is talking,

the alcohol keeps me deaf.

The baker once whispered,

you'll be damned if you do,

but he forgot to mention,

you'll regret it if you don't.

And the doctor once mumbled,

time heals all,

I guess it was a lame excuse,

for him not to do his job.

Or is everything they said true,

and I'm the one that has no clue,

am I lost and alone,

endlessly swimming in the blue.

Now the king, priest and fool,

the baker, doctor and town folk,

fall asleep early at night,

while I'm stuck to the bottle like glue.

I still wouldn't drive a car even if I had a license

 Days and nights merge,
fogging up my memory, 
craving for my youth,
craving for my childhood.

Every day is the same,
I'm covered in mundane,
the fire has burned out,
the spark is completely gone.

Drowning in my misery,
I'm surfing in the waves of my tears,
I'm homeless and broken,
since the day I ran from my sanity.

Turned my back on my goals,
backstabbed my own heart,
left my aspirations bleeding out,
lost, I'm hopeless.

A two week old cup of homemade lemonade right before I brush my teeth with vinegar

Losing all my trust,
yet I still believe you,
admitting my defeat.

You have lied,
many times before,
and you still told me things,
no body knows.

Showed your true colours,
but never showed your face.
Flirt with the thought of death,
somehow you were stopped,
but this time,
nothing stands in the way,
except for a bottle of rum,
a golden pen and a writing you'll never understand.

Messages in bottles cannot be screenshotted, right?

Forward the messages from your phone,
direct them to the back of my mind,
make sure it's something I'll never forget.

All my choices are things I'll always regret,
as you sleep in his bed,
I let it get to my head,
all the sorrow and dread,
I've ever seen,
no spirit in the waves.

So slowly,
I'm breathing.
So slowly,
I'm living.

Although I'm at the parking lot you're still so far away from me (I'm sorry but I have to walk around every hour or so, the parking passes won't check themselves)

Fully furnished,
yet empty,
this apartment is haunted,
by the memories of that night.

I don't remember the numbers,
I only know of the water.
Nothing was washed away,
stuck like the paintings on the wall,
the burdens are mine,
all mine.

How much was wasted away,
as if the food was no good,
my brain got sick of all the stuff my eyes've been feeding on.
Feelings got to hurry,
all the trains are leaving their stations,
slowly going to the abyss.

All the planes have taken flight,
the cars have driven away,
every single ship has sailed,
the horses ran away,
only I've stayed.

Frightened and scared,
this little puppy hides,
it looks for shelter,
in a heart, not the eyes.
Yet the lies,
they make her happy,
she never really knew how to tell them apart.
The people around her laughed,
as the puppy slowly died.

As soon as the love was felt,
the puppy stood strong,
the stains were removed,
and the trains and planes returned,
the apartment felt like home,
and I,
I had you.

Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.

So a secure network is used for trading, no wonder why I'm only going downhill

It happened again,
I know you like to pretend,
should we dismiss and move on,
try to wash it down and fly off.
At times like this,
I miss home.

You left me again,
you only cause pain,
should I turn away and shrug it off,
or do you still want me to hold on.
For the last time,
I'll carry on.

You told me again,
you tow shared a bed,
should you try and hide it,
acts can't be defied and,
in times like this,
I don't know.

(What's wrong?)
It happened again...
(Can't you carry on?)
It happened again...
Again and again...
(Just stay strong)
Again and again...
(Don't give in)
Again and again...

Should we listen to our bands?

When you’re suffering the most,
and when you’re lost again,
let me be your GPS,
like I once was.

When you want to cry,
and when you feel like you can’t go on,
we can go to the park,
and sing our favourite songs.

And once you get back on your feet,
feel free to forget me,
even though I’ll still be here,
for when this starts all over again.

I tried watching "City Lights" once but all I could think of through out the first five minutes of the film was about the time you used your flashlight cause the city lights were out

Fuck this city,
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.

I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.

So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.

What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.

I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.

It took me years to figure out that you aren't supposed to open up "spam" messages on your email, I honestly thought I was talking to a prince from Africa (Maybe that's why you don't reply to my messages)

Northern style of an Eastern smile,
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.

Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.

Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.

Will the white board still be white once the colour of the markers successfully blended in with the board (Are you still a "white board" once you get influenced by the people around you)

I sit around just wasting my days,
thinking about your selfish ways,
so I tried to write a poem about you,
but it keeps being about the person I once knew.
Innocent face,
you just walk with such grace,
yet you are a mess,
ruined in a slow pace.
Trust issues is all you have,
so you blame it on my behalf.

Journey,
through my,
shattered dreams of my love.
Journey,
through my,
past if that's what you want.

I hope you know that I loved you,
and till this day I swear it's true,
but I want you to move on,
cause of all the things I "haven't" done.

Couldn't think of a name earlier when you were sitting next to me so I'll just leave it like this and call it "Nameless" or even less than that

It's been a minute,
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.

Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!

IV

Even I am scared,
scared this will just end one day,
I want you to stay.

III

If the consequence,
Is much greater than we planned,
promises be kept.

II

All the solutions,
they seem like they are farfetched,
Don't mess with my head.

I

In these sleepless nights,
my thoughts make me such a mess,
I have welcomed death.

Please hurry

Hurry I am afraid,
I don't want to be alone,
I don't want to suffer.

Hurry come and save me once more,
be the place I can call home,
I don't want to die alone.

Hurry I cannot breath,
everything that I can see is unfamiliar to me,
I don't know what I know,
but I'm almost certain,
I don't want to be alone.

You're the only person I trust,
I long for someone to save me,
how I need someone to save me.
Hurry be that someone,
hurry I'm shaking,
I don't want to die alone.

Hurry now, make the loneliness disappear,
I can't stand not having you around,
without you I'll forever be alone.
So hurry,
please,
hurry.

Poem written by B.L.M.

My depression, and my anxiety are dating. I'm a third wheel and they take me everywhere they go. I'm always a third wheel in the theatre, restaurant and I'm the best third wheel when I'm at home. All by myself.

Apple of anguish

Emotions covering,
and I'm suffering,
and I can't stand this.
I'm calling your name,
late at night,
when I'm alone,
I put up the biggest fight.

You were a forbidden fruit,
even your name implyed it,
I loved you, I still do,
and I can't hide that.
You are the apple,
not because I regret it,
but because I can never have it.

I try to act as if I don't care,
but all I do is just think of you.
As the time waves off the opportunities,
I can only hope that one day,
maybe one day,
I'll be free of this suffering,
that one day,
our paths will collide,
one day,
maybe one day...

Battlefield of love

Emotional fortress built with broken stones,
Battle ram rushing a chill down my bones. 
Forecast rain and mist, 
Cutting down my sight, 
Loud cries followed by their echoes,
On this battlefield of love.
Throwing spears and arrows, 
Shaped as yelled sentences,
Directed at my heart,
Even the quiet whispers are able to do their part.

As the gates came crushing, 
You just stood still. 
Saw what was inside,
Witnessed the terror within,
Giving up the fight,
Ending it with one touch. 
Our shields were thrown away,
Your ships were waiting at bay,
As tears fall on your face, 
I stand broken.

This short war, 
Lasted an eternity,
Although no casualties, 
We mourn as if it were millions. 
Love is gone, 
Yet death is missing.
It is over,
Yet we are both hurting. 
Saying we are happy during our breakdowns, 
I try to hide it, 
But I will always love you