The
figure
creeps
around
outside
As I
watch
the
darkness
descend
I lie
there
rigid,
fraught
with fear
As
I know
how this
will
end
‘What’s Good For The Goose…’
Just write it down
They said
How hard can it be
But they’d never encountered
Someone as fucked up as me
Locked Down
I
don’t
know
about
you
But
I can
certainly
say
for
me
That
this
is
definitely
not
Like
I thought
it
would
be
Sick & Tired
And
so
begins
another
day
Where
I pretend
every
thing
is ok
If
only
there
was
another
way
As I
hate
being
such a
fucking
cliché
Stricken
Recent
events
have
taken
their
toll
On
my
body
and
my
mind
I
just
wish
I
could
go
back
to
when
I
didn’t
feel
so
sick
inside
Fear
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
Air Quality
Time
drags
on
With
impending
doom
As I
search for
a way
Out
of the
gloom
‘Can’t Stand (By) Me Now’
You say
that
you’ve
had
enough
Well I
ask you –
what
about
me?
Surely
you
won’t
leave me
to drown
In
this
sea
of
hypocrisy?
Utter(ing) Shite
Amongst
the worst
of the
liesAre the
ones
I tell
myselfFor the
safety
of my
sanityAnd the
goodness
of my
health
50-50 Split
Everybody’s
everythingBut
Nobody’s
nothingBoth at
the same
time
Psycho(tic) Babble
It’s
past
midnight
againAnd
still
I’m not
in bedWhen will
they stop
driving
me insaneThese
voices
inside
my head?
State Of Mind
I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again
If
that
is
what
you
want
There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway
Of
that
I’m
confident
Hounded
I
know
that
you
are
here
to stay
I heard
your
voice
from
miles
away
Telling
them
you
were
coming
for me
And
that
you
would
have
no
sympathy
I’m Here All Day…
I’ve
slept
most
of the
night
tonight
And I
haven’t
yet
got
out
of bed
I wish
I could
say
I am
ill or
something
But
it’s
actually
just
apathy
instead
Compulsory Appointments
I’ll
see
you
nowRoom
number
threeSo,
what’s
the
matterDon’t
fucking
ask me!
Internal Monologue
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Just cheer up
you miserable cunt
Your wallowing
is excruciating
And your self
pity an affront
Resigned
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
The Trick Cyclist
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
‘Still Ill’
Still here
Still sore
Still hoping
For more
No Going Back
Although
I’m
tiredOf being
someone
I’m notWho
I once
wasI have
now
forgot
The Shrink
The
pain
is
buried
so
deep
She
said
I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
surface
Then
let’s
just
leave
it
there
He
said
Breaking
your
heart
again
isn’t
worth
it
The Overthinker
Time to
get some
sleepHe
saidYou can
do that
another dayIf only
it was
that easyShe
saidTo pack
my brain
away
Newly Qualified
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
Diminished
I used
to careI used
to worryNow I don’t
feel anythingIn a
hurry
‘You’re So Vain…’
If you
keep
pulling
out your
hair
He
said
You
will
end up
going
bald
And
what
exactly
is it
about that
She
said
That
leaves
you so
appalled?
The Human Rattle
Take
these
pillsTo
cure
your
illsAnd
mend
your
broken
heartThey’ll
give
you
chillsAnd
delay
your
thrillsBut at
least
it’ll
be a
start
Just Because You’re Paranoid…
I
know
you just
tolerate me
I can
tell by
the way
you smile
It’s
like you
are just
humouring me
The
way you
would
a child
‘It’s Nice To Be A Lunatic…’
Am I over
tired
Or am I just
plain sad
Am I far
too wired
Or simply
going mad
Does it
really matter
For I think
we can deduct
That as I can’t
stop this chatter
Either way
I’m fucked
Alarm Clocks
I
don’t
mind
being
asleep
It’s the
waking
up I
don’t
care
for
Free For All
Life
is full
of false
starts
and
dead
endsThe
trick
is to
bail out
before
delirium
descends
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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