A not so titanic move from someone who wants to be called a man

So now the girl I want you to be is just a memory.
And you may not be a hero, maybe that is not you.
You may not be out to save the world, but you saved mine.

And that geometry test, 
the one I know you haven’t studied for it,
even though it’s next period, 
I know you’ll ace it.
Like you always do.

I’m sorry for telling myself you’re what I want you to be,
and I’m sorry for ordering the pizza you’re allergic to, 
I thought you still enjoyed it.
Things change,
as they should. 

But it doesn’t mean that my memory of you will,
you’ll forever be my friend,
you’ll forever have a home, 
and most importantly you’ll forever be in my memories.

View of a child

Awaken, at last,
I saw the night change into day,
the silence was killed by the vigour of the world.
Peace destroyed by beauty,
I watched as the business occupied our lives.
In nights we want light,
during days we crave for darkness.
Every day is a roller coaster,
ride filled with emotions.
We want it to end,
just to remember.

Nothing is the same

I guess it's that time of the year again. I guess I will have to put up with you again, huh, good thing you cannot stand me either. I cannot wait for all those boring days where we have to sit next to each other,for the days when we will have to work together.
No wonder why I'm depressed knowing that I have to communicate with douchebags. Ahh, why do I have to coexist with such people...
I remember when I was young the world it was smaller, the cities were vast and the buildings were taller, the people were nicer and my parents seemed stronger. Back when I was just getting warned, huh, yeah they warned me about many things. Back when my generation wasn't fucked up...
I miss those days, days when I still felt alive and when I couldn't wait to get outside. All I do is now is sitting in my room being isolated from the real world, thinking about life itself, studying, while most of my generation is going out to drink until they have a blackout.
Time passed so quickly, years went by without me even noticing it. Guess we all grow old faster than we think. We change our interests as we grow, we even lose the trust of some people just by letting time pass by... Such a strange world we grew up in.

Every story is unique

It's hard to hold on to this, whatever it is. It's almost impossible to control the emotions. I have to liberate myself from all the limits I set upon me, I have to understand my true potential in order to achieve anything. Sitting in a closed room won't help me in life, yet somehow I continue to do so... I'm afraid of the real world, mostly of the feelings and emotions i will have to encounter, afraid of the people I will have to meet. I'm not afraid of them because of some mental illness, no, I'm afraid because most people are selfish, jealous, callous. I'm afraid of them because I might become one of them. I'm scared of what they can do just so they can achieve a goal.
I'm a judgmental prick I know that not everyone is like that, but let's be honest most of them are. This summer was full of experience and I'm grateful for having the chance to meet and spend time with the awesome people who stormed into my life, they are the proof of my previous statement. Still I am haunted by memories of people hurting each other, the thing I fear the most, people betraying each other.
Somehow this world has become corrupted, filled with evil, not even love can make it a better place now. Knowing that there is no cure for the world, what cure can there be for me? If we cannot save the world how are we going to save each other... How can I save myself from a broken heart? How can I save myself from losing someone? How will I be able to stop the pain?
Is it worth going through hell just to find the answers? But I guess giving up isn't quite the answer we are looking, huh such a small world with so many decisions. The story of every life feels like a plot of a video game, where every living being is the protagonist of their story, stories that never repeat. Stories with different endings, each being unique.
Although nothing is perfect, we still wish to achieve such thing in our short but beautiful lives. We wish something that doesn't exist, we wish for something so usual yet never existing. We wish for perfection just like I'm wishing for you. Huh, I guess in the end I didn't hold on, I didn't stop myself from the emotions. I guess that's how life works.