Bereavement

Just
when
I think
I’ve got
no tears
left

They
fall
down
my
face
again

Why
the fuck
didn’t
someone
tell
me

How
to
prepare
for all
this
pain

Same Old, Same Old…

I just
don’t
understand

Why
you’re so
overjoyed

When
I can’t
help but
feel

So
whole
heartedly
annoyed

Can we
leave it
there?

She
asks

As I
cannot
take
much
more

You’re
damn
right

He
replies

As he
edges
towards
the door

Will I
always
be like
this

She
asked

Will I
always
be so
sad?

There’s
no point
asking
me

He
said

You’re not
the only
one who’s
been had

“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”

“Oblivion, hopefully”.

Sometimes
I wonder

Is everything
my fault?

And then
I remember

I actually don’t
give a fuck