Category: Coping

Random #9

What I wouldn’t give to be creative
and be able to express it.

What I wouldn’t give
isn’t worth knowing about.

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‘Of Course…’

There was, of course, a time 
when I wouldn't let this happen.
There was, of course, a time 
when I'd have pulled myself out of this
mess and just got on with it.

But not now.
Now I feel different.
I've lost the need, the sense of urgency.
I'm not even worried if it doesn't come back.
I've given up hoping it will any more.

Although I know I can't carry on like this.
And honestly, I don't want to.
To get out of this shithole I've got to work.

And there is, of course, only so much daytime TV 
you can watch.

 

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I(d)

Who knows why I do these things.
Even I don't know why I do these things!
I know they are stupid, pathetic and immature.
And yet I still do them.

I ruin peoples lives.
I fuck up people's lives because my life is fucked up too.
It's like a revenge I love to wreak, but feel guilty about, 
later. When it's over.

I just don't understand myself.
I make these things happen.
I lure people into my trap, spit them out 
and then ignore the consequences.
Sometimes I wonder why I drink too much, smoke too much
and delve into substance abuse...

It's to cheat myself from the truth.

I am a fuck up.
I am a fuck up who fucks up other people's lives,
just for the fucking sake of it.

You have no idea how bored I have become.
Of fucking that is.

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Lost

Lost.
Can't get out,
Can't see,
Can't feel.

Lost.
Don't want to be here,
What's my problem?
Take me away.

Lost.
Give me a break,
Can't reach out,
Caught kissing with my mouth full.

Lost.
Fell for you,
My words are slurred,
Why am I so helpless?

Lost. 
Where did all the time go?
Who am I?

I feel ill. 
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