Out walking alone
Serotonin in winter
Remains elusive
From Birth
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
Namesake
Well that’s me back
In the doldrums again
Months of progress
Down the drain
I can no longer be bothered
With any motivation to find
For it’s clear now nothing will fix
This fragile mind of mine
Dissociation
To not know
Who to trust
Certainly fucking hurts
But to be unsure
Of ones own self
Is infinitely worse
Gridlocked
If
your
life
is a
traffic
jam
Then
just
step
out of
the
car
Transgressions
In the beginning
I would always try
To be as honest as I could be
But in the end I fell
So far from the truth
That the line was a dot to me
Solo
Time flies
When you’re having fun
That’s why it’s still midnight
As I’m having none
‘The Best Offence Is A Good Defence’
I just cannot understand
He said
Why you have to be so combative
I’ve just been surviving for so long
She said
That I’ve forgotten how to live
Haywire
One minute I’m up
But then the next I’m down
It’s really hard
To fake this smile
When it’s easier to frown
Running Scared
In case you don’t come back
He said
You did really well today
Thank you very much
She said
But I don’t believe a word you say
The Expert
You just have to remember
He said
You can’t pour from an empty cup
Well mine is smashed to smithereens
She said
So how the fuck do I fill it up?
Insurance
What is it going to take
He said
For you to open up to me?
Another bottle of wine for starters
She said
And a money back guarantee
Protection
Why don’t you tell him what happened
He said
Instead of just writing it down
Because I don’t want him to know
She said
I couldn’t bear to see his frown
Self Talk
If I don’t talk about myself negatively
She said
Then I’ve got nothing much to say
Well perhaps I can try to help you
He said
See yourself in a different way
Personality #3
I see you there
With your vacant stare
Drowning in infinite sadness
But never fear
I’ll alway be here
Trying to sweep away your madness
After The Exorcism
Things should be better now
He said
They certainly shouldn’t be worse
I really hope so
She said
For I can’t live with this curse
The Old Crone
Please
She said
Pay me no mind
And try not think of me unkind
For I am
She said
To madness inclined
And peace I can no longer find
The Fallacy of Pharma
They promised I’d feel better by now
That these pills would have kicked in
Well they fucking lied
As my brain is still fried
And my heart belongs in the bin
Down The Back Of The Sofa
Does anybody know
What we are searching for?
Or where we’re supposed to look?
Because my motivation
Is fading
And it’s getting harder to give a fuck
If Mirrors Could Talk
Tell yourself you’re moving on
And they might just start
To believe it
But you and I know
This is all just for show
As you’re still drowning
In shit
Sad Songs
I play them too often nowadays
Just to feel the pain
It’s better then feeling nothing
Again and again and again…
