Fuck
this
shit
She
said
I’m
going
home
I’ll
walk
you
He
said
You
can’t
go alone
I
don’t
need
you
She
said
Why
don’t you
just drop
dead
You’ll be
sorry you
wished for
that
He
said
When
you’re
alone in
our bed
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Fuck
this
shit
She
said
I’m
going
home
I’ll
walk
you
He
said
You
can’t
go alone
I
don’t
need
you
She
said
Why
don’t you
just drop
dead
You’ll be
sorry you
wished for
that
He
said
When
you’re
alone in
our bed
I want
nothing
more
Than
to be
alone
With a
bottle
of booze
Sitting
in my
own home
With the
lights
down low
Listening to
my favorite
songs
Remembering
my
rights
And
justifying
my wrongs
Please
don’t push
me away,
he said,
I only want
to make sure
you’re okay
Please
just leave
me alone,
she said,
I am much
better left
on my own
You’ll
never
be the
one for
me,
So why
can’t I
just
leave
it alone?
Why do
I keep
getting
my hopes
up,
When
you’ve
made your
feelings
known?
Death
peers in
through
the gloomAs I
lie here
alone in
this roomUpon
this bed
we once
sharedCrying for
the love
we once
declared
Fall in
love with
me all
you likeBut don’t
think I
can love
you backThe
voices
inside
my headHave long
since put
a stop
to that
Spending
another
day at
home in
reflective
solitudeWas much
preferable
to seeing
you and
your shitty
attitude
Life is
just so
shit
without
youI’ve got
nothing
left to
hold
on toIf
only
you were
still
hereThen I’d
have
nothing
left
to fear
Nobody
knows
the
trouble
I’ve seen
The loves
and the
losses and
everything
in-between
On one
too many
gin bottles
I have
relied
To keep
all of my
secrets
hidden
inside
For the third night in a row there are people having a party, somewhere, along my street.
I can hear them talking and laughing in their garden.
I can smell their cigarette smoke through my open window.
I can hear the rattle of beer bottles as they are thrown into the recycle bin.
Music blares away until the early hours.
I’m so jealous sitting here, miserable and alone, night after night.
I mean, I can be fun too you know.
Well, kind of.
I
missed you
again todayEveryone
else had
gone awayAnd it was
just me
here aloneCrying for
the love
I had once
known
Tonight is
the first time
I’ve felt real fear
Being
home alone
without you here
What if someone
breaks in during
the night?
Will I survive
now you’re not
here to fight?
Pain helps, momentarily.
It provides a fleeting relief.
Then the numbness returns.
And living inside this emotionless abyss, continues.
I reach
for your hand,
but it’s not there,
and further into
the abyss
I fall.
I search
for your face,
but no one cares,
and it’s like you
were never here
at all.
Stomach lurching,
Bones aching,
Head pounding,
Heart breaking,
Waking up is never easy.
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.
The message from the search engine pings.
Their spies inform me that last month I visited:
Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.
That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.
Each one without you.
And every one with an empty heart.
I can act like I’m happy,
I can act like I’m there.
I can act like I’m over it,
I can act like I care.
But it’s all to avoid having to admit,
That I’m just really fucking scared of life.
Without you.
Powerless to leave
or
making a choice to stay.
There is a difference.
I know you are bored,
I know you are curious,
I know you are lonely,
but please,
just fuck off
and leave me alone,
eh?
One day
You might be somebody’s something
He said
But today
I am nobody’s nothing
She said
One day
Somebody might love you
He said
But today
Nobody does
She said
The girl in the river,
She never thought she would be.
The girl in the river,
She didn’t want you to see.
The girl in the river,
She just wanted to be free.
The girl in the river,
She is me.
I wish I believed.
It’s heartening to see those of faith comforted from words set down so many years ago.
It’s uplifting to hear the voices of the choir soar alongside such stirring melody.
It’s inspiring to gaze in wonder at those beautifully stained glass windows like so many before me.
Truly.
But I don’t believe. In anyone or anything.
I’m not sure if I lack the inclination or imagination. Or both.
I am glad there are those that can be lifted from their darkest moments by the arms their God.
Sadly, the only person who will rescue me…is me.
And I’m not sure I have the strength.
You get used to it, you know.
Being on your own.
Plus, no one sees you cry.
Which helps.
Maybe it would be for the best if I left
Just got the fuck out of here for good
Let's face it, I could
I have no responsibilities
I have no commitments
I have nothing
And it's not like anyone wants me to stay anyway
I trace those old scars with my finger
I remember the fleeting pain
And the lasting relief
I never told anyone
I hope I'm not about to re-open old wounds
Literally
Sometimes
I just have nothing left
To give