I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Our Waltz
My joy
is in your
weakness.
Your solace
is in my
pain.
Both
forever
destined,
To dance
together
in the rain.
Seven Pints In…
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch
The Tempest
I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again
The Drudgery
Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me
Pretty Sure
I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.
Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.
Careless
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
The Back of the Wardrobe
I foolishly
made a
mistake
today
I opened
the box
I’d hidden
away
Where the
memories of
my life
are kept
Along with
all the silent
tears I’ve
wept
No Air
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
Connections
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
Not Today
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
Week 34
You all think
I’ve forgotten,
but you
have no idea.
I could never
be that tasteless,
or so fucking
insincere.
The Trip
I’m done
with
this shithole
todayI’m packing
up and
running
awayFar
from where
the sun
can catch meAnd to where
the pleasure
of pain
distracts me
Rose Tinted Glasses
Sometimes a
wander down
memory lane
is no bad
thing
So long
as you can
remember
your way
back
The Knight
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer
I Already Know
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
Bonding
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
Hide & Seek
When I
think back
I realise
that I
lost myself
way before
I lost you
Photographs
A
camera
snaps a
memory
Of a
single
moment
in time
I’m glad
there’s not
that many
of us
My
one time
partner
in crime
I don’t want
anyone to
see our
photographs
Because
our
memories
are mine
Random #17
‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been’
– George Eliot
Help Me
I never used to be like this, she said,
I used to be brave.
What happened to you, he asked,
Why did you cave?
The world happened, she replied,
You wouldn’t understand.
Why don’t you try me, he implored,
As he reached for her hand.
‘Always Look On The Bright Side Of… ‘
Death.
The ultimate break up.
Just Because I’m Yawning, Doesn’t Mean I’m Tired
The restlessness
has startedSleep is refusing
to advanceBody and soul
have departedHaving led me
a merry dance
Written In The Stars
When you
fall in
love with
complicated peopleBe prepared
for it to
end in a
complicated wayAnd for you
to be left
searching for
an explanationForever
Wednesday 11am (Pt 2)
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
Wednesday 2.30am (Pt 1)
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
When Will It End?
Biting my nails
until they bleed,
doesn’t give me
the relief I need.
Scratching my skin
until it’s breaking,
doesn’t stop my
heart from aching.
When will it end,
this pain I’m feeling?
When does it stop,
when do I start healing?
Water
It’s
amazing
the
difference
a shower
can makeInside
and
out…
The Time Waster
I cannot
believe
after all
this time
I’m still
stuck in
your trap.Quietly
putting up
with your
bullshit and
listening
to all
your crap.If I have
to spend one
more minute
with you
I think
that I’ll
be sick.Never
before
have I
wasted my
time on
such an
arrogant
little prick.
Depression (Part 2)
Eat until you’re sick
Snap until you bruise
Run until you’re limp
Drink shit loads of booze
Spend until you’re skint
Sleep until you’re sore
Cry until you’re empty
Sleep around like a whore
Shout until you’re hoarse
Cut until you bleed
Work until you drop
Smoke a shedload of weed
Lie until you’re spent
Smile until you’re alone
Write until you’re wrung
Forget all you’ve ever known
Family Dinners
Can I be arsed with this?
No.
Do I still have to go?
Yes.
Fuck.
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