I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
You’ve been on my mind a lot more
Lately
Which really does trouble me
Greatly
You see my memories are at best
Hazy
So trying to remember drives me
Crazy
‘I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On with the show…’
You’ve now outstayed a welcome
That you were never fucking given
So if you would kindly
Piss off please
I can get back to living
I used to be quite angry
But now I just feel numb
It’s not what you’ve said
That’s messed with my head
But everything else you’ve done
So today marks the beginning
Of WordPress year three
Happy two year anniversary to me
Quite a lot has changed
Since that first post
Not least the number of people
Seemingly engrossed
In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings
Which I admit even now
I have a hard time believing
For there are far more talented writers here than me
Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity
Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past
I see my words gradually getting lighter
Perhaps this is due, in part,
To my life being that little bit brighter
So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?
Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine
But one things for sure
You’ll still find me here beneath the armour
Writing, posting and chatting
As your ever grateful Little Charmer