Just A Child

It’s a
shame
you’ve
used him
as a
weapon

As a way
for your
feelings
of guilt
to lessen

But
it’s me,
you’ll
find,
that
he will
seek

When
he finally
understands
your
cruel
streak

Wondering Late At Night

Would I
have made
a different
choice

If I had
never
heard
your
voice?

Would I
live in a
different
place

If I had
never
seen
your
face?

Would your
death have
hurt me
this much

If I had
never
felt
your
touch?

Tough Shit

You can
try it on
all you
like

But
we can
never be
together

For my
heart
belongs
to another

And it
will stay
that way
forever

Nothing

Nothing makes
me happy

Nothing makes
me smile

There’s nothing left
to look forward to

Nothing that
feels worthwhile

Brutal Honesty

I wish
I could
take your
pain away

Tell
you that
everything
will be okay

But
I know
the truth

They
don’t
get
better

And
then
what
you had
is lost

Forever

Utterly Helpless

I really wish
that I could do more

Like pick you up
from the bathroom floor

Hug you when
your heart is breaking

And give you comfort
when your bones are aching

But for as much as
your pain to me is known

This is a journey
you must walk alone

I Understand

I know
I won’t
see you
for a
while

And
that
just
makes
me sad

For
although
you don’t
feel the
same way

You’re the
closest
friend
I’ve ever
had

Christmas Dinner

I really
can’t be
arsed

I’d rather
just stay
in bed

I’m not in
the mood for
such jollity

Preferring
melancholy,
as I do, instead

‘Lonely This Christmas’

I remember when we stayed in bed all day

And just ate crisps and cheese

I remember when I surprised you with gifts

And you couldn’t have been more pleased

I remember when you chatted with my Gran

And you were welcomed by my crazy clan

I remember receiving your last present

Sent to me all the way from heaven

I miss you so much today

That you’re not here is a shame

As Christmas Day without you

Will never be the same

Xxx

Paradox

Fleetingly
happy

Consistently
sad

Always trying to
do good

While contemplating
being bad

Toothache

I know
it’s
rotten
inside

Every
morning
I can
taste it

I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died

And then
then it
can be
extracted

Regime #7

I think
these pills
have
stopped
working

They
have
become
just a
token

For
they no
longer
take away
the hurting

From a
heart
that is
already
broken

3.38pm

Another
day spent
lying
in bed

Thoughts
racing
through
my head

Wondering
what it
was you
said

And all
the while
wishing
I was dead

Capitalist Bullshit

Happiness
doesn’t
come for
free

For that
you need
to have
money

Why should
you expect
anything
more

If you are
living
amongst
the poor

Fifty Winks

I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
today

Now I
feel
like
a half
shut
knife

I’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
again

I
really
fucking
hate
my
life

(A) Pathetic (Part One)

Here

Another
pill

Now
just
stay
still

Don’t
dare
scratch
that
itch

You’ll
just
pull
out
another
stitch

Then
once
again
you
will
bleed
everywhere

And
I
will
have
to
pretend
I
care

Disruption

For a moment
there I was
feeling good

Living my
life the way
I should

And then you
wander back
into my mind

And all sense
of peace is
left behind

Vindictive Cow

I
wonder
what
you’ve
told him

Now
I’m
no
longer
there

Have
you
bothered
to tell
the truth?

Or just
lied and
said I
no longer
care?

The Final Fling

I hope
I’ve done
the right
thing

For as
yet you
have not
replied

Perhaps
this is
finally
the end

I guess
I’ll wait
for you
to decide

A Tad Uncouth

I could
never
write as
fancily

As
many
others
here do

I just don’t
have the
talent,
frankly

For much
more
than a
fuck you

Name That Tune

People play
those songs

With no notion
of this pain

No idea that
when I hear them

My heart bleeds
for you again

Gratitude

There’s
not
enough
hours
in
the
day

For
all
of
your
kindness
to
repay

Just
know
that
now I
can see
things so
clearly

I’ll
never
love
anyone
else
as
dearly

Ever Hopeful

Crossing
the road
slowly

Ever hopeful
of getting
run over

Leaving
the oven
door open

Ever hopeful
of inhaling
the gas

Drinking
spirits
every day

Ever hopeful
of pickling
the liver

Eating
salted chips
all night

Ever hopeful
of a heart
bypass

Box Sets

I’d
lose
days
inside
those
icy blue
eyes

Cut
glass
on
those
taut
cheek
bones

I’d
listen
all
night
to your
passionate
cries

And
love
you
down
to
your
bones

Sundays

I
hate
Sunday
evenings

I
despise
them
with
a passion

There’s
nothing
good
about
them

No
positive
distraction

From the
fact that
tomorrow
starts
another
week

And we’re
no longer
dancing
cheek
to cheek

Self Inflicted

I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today

At least
until this
hangover
goes
away

Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair

And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care

Bat Shit Crazy

I saw you
in the birds

I heard them
cry your name

Your tears were
in the river

Your passion
in that flame

Watching
over me

Like a shadow
in the night

Trying to give
me comfort

But just giving
me a fright

8.05pm

I can’t
be arsed
with any
more today

I’m just
going
to go
to bed

At least
that way I
might get
some respite

From the
voices
inside
my head

Epitaph

Do you
ever wish
you could
give up?

Say right,
that’s it,
I’ve had
enough!

I’m done
with all
this fucking
shit

I’m finally
going
through
with it!

Well,
that’s what
I think
every day

I find
those words
so easy
to say

And now,
it seems,
the demons
have won

For I can
say that I’m
officially
done

Dinnertime

I’ll never
go back
there
again

They
can all
just get
to fuck

I’ve no
desire
to talk
to them

As with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck

Indelible

The words
I write
may well
be stark

For they
are made
to leave
their mark

Upon your
weak and
thready
heart

Forever

Helpless

This grief
is all
consuming

Who knows
when it
will end

As not only
have I lost
my lover

I have
lost my
best friend

After All

You
were
here
last
time

I
clearly
remember
your
smile

Perhaps
leaving
the
house
today

Might
yet
prove
to be
worthwhile

DIY

I wish
I could
sleep

But I
simply
can’t
relax

I just don’t
have the
strength
to keep

Painting
over the
cracks

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