We sit
here
togetherYet we
are both
aloneNeither
of us
wantingTo get
up and
go home
The Overthinker
Time to
get some
sleepHe
saidYou can
do that
another dayIf only
it was
that easyShe
saidTo pack
my brain
away
Cutting Through The Bullshit
I’m
not
really
cryingShe
saidHonestly
things
are
fineYou
can’t
kid a
kidderHe
saidNow
just
come
back
to mine
428 Days Later
Never
before
have I
been so
trappedIn
such
a rigid
dichotomyBetween
being so
physically
restrainedYet
emotionally
feeling
so free
Not A Brain Cell To Rub Together (AKA Anti-Vaxxers)
Just
Shut
Up
You
Stupid
Cunts
Separated
I
wish
you were
here with meAll
these
tales we
could shareBut
yet we
find we’re
both aloneSo
into the
depths
we stare
Overheard
All
you
do is
bitch
and
moan
And I
listen
with
a sigh
For
you can’t
see what’s
right in
front of
you
Life,
passing
you by
Bereavement
Just
when
I think
I’ve got
no tears
left
They
fall
down
my
face
again
Why
the fuck
didn’t
someone
tell
me
How
to
prepare
for all
this
pain
Same Old, Same Old…
I just
don’t
understandWhy
you’re so
overjoyedWhen
I can’t
help but
feelSo
whole
heartedly
annoyed
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
Mis-sold The Dream
Will I
always
be like
this
She
asked
Will I
always
be so
sad?
There’s
no point
asking
me
He
said
You’re not
the only
one who’s
been had
Chit Chat
“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”
“Oblivion, hopefully”.
R.I.P Fucks Given
Sometimes
I wonderIs everything
my fault?And then
I rememberI actually don’t
give a fuck
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
Quelle Surprise
Once
again
I fearIt may
be time to
apologiseFor
punching
another
misogynistic
bastardRight
between
the eyes
Grieving
Are you
sure it’s
gone?
What
about
love?
He
asked
Compassion?
Make
no
mistake
I’ve
lost
it all
She
replied
Her
face,
ashen
Best TV Show Ever
I remember
watching this,
The first
time around.
When I
was young,
And
fearless,
And my energy
knew no bounds.
I thought I
could be anyone,
And achieve all
of my dreams.
But twenty five
years later,
I know This Life is
not what it seems.
The Water Cooler
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
‘Twilight’
I wish
I could
rememberThe
good
old
daysBut I
fear they
were just
a lieFor I
cannot
recallAny
time in
my lifeWhen I
didn’t
want
to die
St Valentine’s Rebuke
It’s that
time of
year
again,When
love
is in
the air.But so is
chicken pox,
TB and flu,
you moron.So please
take your
bullshit
elsewhere.
If Only…
“Is that a gun in your pocket,
or are you just pleased to see me?”
Bang.
Selfish
I suppose
I should
have
askedIf you
really
were
okBefore
I put our
friendship
on blastAnd
again as
I walked
away
The Soiree
It was
exactly
one year
ago
That we
were all
sat in
that tent
But there
was only
one who
truly
listened
To my
broken
hearted
lament
From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch
Developing
connections
of our
own
That’s
because
you chose
both of us
To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown
Righting The Wrongs
It’s
not
your
fault
He
said
Honestly,
it’s
mine
It
doesn’t
matter
anyway
She
said
As we
can’t
go back
in time
Celebrity Suicide Breeds Public Dishonesty
So you can
empathise
with her
Someone
you only
saw on TV?
But when
my shit hit
the fan
You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?
Well fuck your
social media
petition
And your
boycott of
that rag
Why not look
a little closer
to home?
You
disingenuous
old hag
Nyctophilia
I’m
better
alone
than in
company
Just
like I’m
happier
in the
dark
That
way
I never
have to
see anyone
Or
hear
another
disparaging
remark
Banter
It’s
not
that
you’re
wrong
It’s
just
that
I’m
right
A Helping Hand
Although
we have
now come
to an end
Your help
to me
has been
a godsend
Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend
You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend
Burning The Midnight Oil
Words
pour
out
of me
Like
wax
from
a candle
If only
I’d
known
before
now
That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle
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