Desperation

I have this feeling,
 like desperation,
In my chest,
 pounding hard,
To be heard,
As I struggle,
I know I need to breathe,
But it's difficult,
When weighing down on you,
Is the thought of easiness,
How easy this could be,
If I just let go of time,
And found a place for
 you and me...
How easy this could be.
But nobody is listening,
To a pair of pounding hearts
 beating out of time,
Well you see,
We're running out of time,
To fix the everything
 that's crumbling apart,
So I say sorry,
I apologise,
For putting on a face,
For trying to be brave,
It was some disguise,
To convince both of us
 that this was right,
This time it seems,
We're wrong.

Generation

Amongst all the bruises
 and the scratches,
I still manage to lift
 myself up,
Off of the ground,
To get a better view,
Of life and how we manage
 to survive it,
When it seems we just get
 up to get knocked down,
Yet again there is no end,
I think you'll find,
That even time,
Won't fix what's broken,
It takes much more than
 tape or glue,
To try to mend what
 words can do.
Pressure, suffocation,
It's all the same this generation,
You try to climb,
But slip and fall,
With all the attention
 or lack of,
We seem addicted,
To all the pain that's
 self-inflicted,
There's just no time
 to stop or stare,
To try to remember
 if we even care.
Find a meaning they scream,
Make an effort,
Make an impact,
Make it count,
So many choices,
Be all  or be nothing,
It's no wonder we crash
 and burn,
I wonder will the new generation
 ever learn...