I wish
I could
sleep
But I
simply
can’t
relax
I just don’t
have the
strength
to keep
Painting
over the
cracks
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I wish
I could
sleep
But I
simply
can’t
relax
I just don’t
have the
strength
to keep
Painting
over the
cracks
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
I’ve been here before
I know this place so well
Seems I’ll never get up to heaven
From this far down in hell
All I do is let
people downThey want
me to smileBut I can
only frownFor I no longer
have the energyTo be the person
they want me to be
What
once
runneth
overIs
now
emptyWhat
once
was
painlessNow
there’s
plenty
Nothing
ever
seems
to work
out for
me
Perhaps
I’m
just
destined
to be
unhappy
To
forever
wander
around
wanting
more
Never
quite
accepting
I’m
already
done for
I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way
No one
sees
me as
anything
moreThan a
sad and
lonely
depressed
old boreA pathetic
waste of
space for
sureJust
another
nuisance
to ignore
I don’t
think
there’s
a way
out
I don’t
even
know
how I
got in
Perhaps
I should
just
scream
and shout
And
wait
for the
voices
to begin
Darkness
swirls
inside
the pit of
emptiness
as it
screams
and
sprawls
around
me
Perhaps
I should
take
heart
now
that the
pit of
loneliness
is
behind
me
I think
we’ll
increase
your dose,She
said,To stop
you
feeling so
morose.I’ll
easily
give it
a try,I
said,But I’m
pretty sure
the end
is nigh.
After
enjoying a
carefree
weekend
awayBoth
sadness
and misery
resume
today
All
that
I am
Is all
that I
feel
And
I feel
nothing
Wide
awake
night
after
night
screaming
at the
ghostly
twilight
trying
with all
of my
might
to summon
the courage
to continue
the fight
Does it
follow meOr do I
chase itEither way
aroundIt’s still
pretty shit
I’m not
scared
of youI’m
scared
of meNow
I’m
lostIn
this
insanity
It’s nice
to think
I matter
That what
I feel is
shared
But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter
Surely no one
else is this
impaired?
You never
see the
worst of
my illness
because
I hide it
from you
For you
to know
the truth
about me
would just
tear me
in two
So I’ll
paint
on a
smile and
pretend
that I’m
fine
For
doing so
protects
both
your
sanity
and mine
I can’t
do anything
any more
All I do
is sit
and stare
Questioning
myself all
the time
Moaning
how life
isn’t fair
In truth
I actually
bore myself
So fuck
knows why
you care
Too busy to stop,
Too bored to stay.
Too broken to fight,
For yet another day.
The
wolves
are on
their
hunt
againI can
hear
them
whine
and
howlThey
are
already
stalking
me I
knowAs
you’ve
told
them
where
to prowl
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
Tablets
only
make it
easier to
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
Ups and downs,
Peaks and troughs,
But the darkness?
That never stops…
So many nights I’ve cried,
Feeling dead inside,
Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.
I can’t help but discern,
Despite all your supposed care and concern,
That you haven’t even noticed.
If I
clench
my jaw,
anymore,
my teeth
will
crumble
to dust.
It’s so
unfair,
that for
my own
welfare,
these
tablets
are a must.
It’s the time
between
waking up
and going
to sleep
that I’ve
always
found
the most
troublesome
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
Nothing makes this better
Everything makes it worse
A body straining in first gear
And a mind stuck in reverse
I took
the first
one this
morningThe rest
won’t be
as hard
to swallowSoon
my belly
will be
fullAnd I’ll
no longer
feel so
hollow
There’s
so much
of meYou
never
seeSo many
things
I doThat are
hidden
from viewI know you
won’t believe
it’s trueBut it’s
my way of
protecting you
Why do
I bother
coming
to bed
It’s not
like I
can
sleep
All I
do is
fucking
lie here
Overthinking
and
counting
sheep
After
every
high
There is
the inevitable
low
And she’s coming
for me again,
I know
I feel her
getting closer
and closer each day
And this time
she’s going
to make me pay
Okay,
okay,
I accept
defeat.
I’ll get up,
get dressed,
drink tea,
eat.
I’ll take
the pills
you say
I need.
I’ll be a
good girl
like we
agreed.
So it’s
off to
the land
of no
return
Where
shadows
loom and
nightmares
burn
Where
evil
rules and
darkness
creeps
Where
lost souls
lurk and
happiness
sleeps
When I heard
the black dog
barking outside
I knew I had
nowhere left
to hide
When I heard
the black dog
at my door
I knew I didn’t
have the strength
to fight anymore
Now I hear
the black dog
on my shoulder
All I feel
is relief
that it’s over
What’s the
point in
going to bed
With all
this shit
inside my head
It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest
With this
sickness deep
inside my chest
Sickness grows
Frustration shows
Conversation slows
But no one knows
I got
bored of
this shit
a long
time agoThese
endless
tales of
sadness
and woeWith eyes
that burn
from the
tears that
flowI loathe
myself
more than
you’ll
ever know
I lie
in your bed
and I lie
to your face.I am
a public fraud
and a private
disgrace.
All happiness
is fleeting
All sadness
is depleting
I’m no
longer competing
From sanity
I’m retreating
The older I get
The more I realise
I never wanted to be here
In the first place
This weight
is too heavyIts burden
is too greatYet I struggle
on regardlessResigned
to my fate
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
I already
know I’m
a piece
of shit
I don’t
need you
to remind
me of it
I already
know I’m
a bitter
old crone
I don’t need
you pointing
out that I’ll
forever be alone
I already
know my
cuts are
too deep
I don’t
need you
to watch
them weep
I already
know that
I’m dead
inside
I don’t need
you telling me
there’s nowhere
left to hide
So I managed,
in the end,
to get out of bed
And it’s been a
shitty day so far,
just as I said
So I was right,
I should never
have tried
For I’ll never
escape this
pain inside
I can’t even
bear the thought
of what’s to
come tomorrow
No doubt
it’ll just
be more misery
and sorrow
Perhaps I’d
be better
off staying
in bed
Then I might
just escape
these thoughts
in my head
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.
I’m sorry I act like I don’t care,
I’m sorry it seems like I’m rarely there.
I’m sorry it looks like I don’t even try,
I’m sorry that you’ve never see me cry.
I’m sorry I never appear in a hurry,
I’m sorry I always make you worry.
I’m sorry I can’t be who you want me to be.
But most of all I’m just sorry for being me.
Batter me,
Shatter me,I don’t matter, me.
Clatter me,
Scatter me,I just don’t matter, me.
I’ve never felt happiness,
I don’t know what it is.I’ve never seen happiness
But I’m sure that it’s not this.
It doesn’t matter how loud the people are around me,
They can never drown out the voices inside my head.
I sense you,
stalking me from behind.
I won’t let you win.
I see you,
prowling outside my window.
I won’t let you in.
I hear you,
scratching at my door.
I won’t let you win.
I feel you,
gnawing on my bones.
How did you get in?
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
I get headaches.
Crushing, pounding headaches.
Cannot finish cigarettes,
because of the headaches.
I'm always itching,
Skin crawling.
Can't stay in one position for too long,
as my bones ache.
Sickness burns in my stomach,
constantly queasy.
My sleep patterns are disturbed.
I have bruises on my arms and legs,
Lumps and bumps everywhere.
I feel dizzy all the time,
Stumbling when I walk.
I cannot concentrate my mind.
My own wheeze wakes me up.
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
But there's no way I can see a doctor.
I'm too scared for that.
They might just confirm I'm really ill,
after all...
Upon making the journey,
to the furthest corners
of my mind,
it occurs to me.
What if I can’t remember
the way back?
The days march on,
But I trail behind.
Out of step,
Out of place,
Out of time.
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
Atrophied. Abandoned.
Bleak. Barren.
Crumpled. Cracked.
Dark. Dank.
Embittered. Enraged.
Failed. Forgotten.
Garotted. Gutted.
Hateful. Haunted.
Indignant. Idle.
Jagged. Jaded.
Knocked. Knotted.
Longing. Lost.
Maudlin. Morose.
Nightmarish. Numb.
Obstructed. Obliterated.
Paralysed. Prone.
Quiet. Queasy.
Rotten. Ravaged.
Stolen. Shattered.
Traumatised. Tainted.
Unloveable. Undone.
Violated. Vanquished.
Weeping. Wasted.
Xxx
Yearning. Yawning.
Zero.
Half laughing at some shit joke
Badly told by some prick you can't stand
One eye trained on the nearest exit
But too scared to take your hand
And run
I feel sick.
Constantly.
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