If the sun
And the moon
Cannot agree
Then fuck knows why
You’d ever ask me
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If the sun
And the moon
Cannot agree
Then fuck knows why
You’d ever ask me
I hope you don’t mind me asking
He said
But do you think of me
At all?
I’ll remember that night forever
She said
But the rest
I can’t recall
If only one day
He’d answer back
Instead of just little
Old lunatic me
Shouting into the black
Into The Wind
As my life passes me by
I lose the will to even try
So I raise my hands to the sky
And scream why me, you arsehole, why?
(Originally Posted 07.12.2020)
If we’d had a plan
When all this began
Perhaps we could both advance
But as things are
We’ve gone too far
And now none of us
Stand a chance
Obvious
At a
different
time
In a
different
place
The
answer
would
stare
us
Right
in the
face
(Originally Posted 30.11.2019)
Another well meaning question
Asked way too expectantly
Answered without hesitation
Although far too respectfully
Tight Lipped
I am
not
trying
to be
mean
Or to
cause
yet
another
scene
So before
my fuse
is well
and truly
blown
Please
just piss
off and
leave me
alone
(Originally Posted 26.10.2019)
It doesn’t matter
Who I ask
No one can answer me
So three years in
It’s time to begin
Living independently
?
What did I do
to deserve this?
Why did this
happen to me?
Where will
I end up now?
Who is coming
to save me?
(Originally Posted 30.09.2019)
If only I had a pound
For each session that started like this
I wouldn’t need a whip-round
For a better therapist
On The Couch
What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
(Originally Posted 14.08.2020)
I met him on the Solstice
Many, many moons ago
There amongst the stones I thought
He looks to be in the know
So I asked him that question
The one you see below
But alas, he shook his head and said
‘I just go with the flow’
The Sage
Tell me
how
you do
it
She
said
How
do you
stay so
strong
I
don’t
really
know
He
said
I make
it up
as
I go
along
(Originally Posted 22.06.2020)
You didn’t give me
An answer then
And I doubt that you could now
But that doesn’t mean
I’m not still wondering
If one day you will, somehow
The Hardest Question Of All
If
it’s
not you
And
it isn’t
not me
Then who
the fuck
Is it
supposed
to be?
(Originally Posted 12.05.2020)
I’ve said this many times
Mainly to my psychiatrist
For it is he who,
In my opinion,
Sould remain the quietest
No Idea
Stop asking me questions
When you are in no way prepared for the answers
(Originally Posted 01.05.2019)
Never
Of course not
I shouldn’t think so
Don’t be stupid
Obviously not
You should
You won’t
Fuck knows
Of course
Yes
Questions
When does this pain end?
Have I not suffered enough?
Will things ever change?
Does time heal everything?
Am I done?
Do I care?
Shall I?
Go where?
Alone?
Forever?
(Originally Posted 20.03.2019)
What is more important
She said
Being kind or telling the truth
For if it’s the latter
Then I cannot flatter
And your ego I will not soothe
How on earth do you cope
He asked
With all the loneliness
You don’t have any choice
She said
When you’ve got no one left
Why would you ask me
A question
If you don’t want to hear
What I say
It really is fucking
Annoying
That you feel you can treat me
This way
What the fuck
Are you still doing up
Don’t you know
It’s quarter past four?
Well of course I do
But it’s nothing new
To find I can’t sleep
Anymore
I don’t want to go back, actually
My old normal kinda sucked
Whereas my life now
Doesn’t seem somehow
So irrevocably fucked
It
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?
He
said
Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed
Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now
She
said
That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!
You
calledMy
LordBut
didn’t
waitFor
the
answerI
was
appalledMy
LordTo
find
youSuch
a chancer
You ask
What
I left
Behind
Nothing
I answer
Just
My mind
Tell me
how
you do
it
She
said
How
do you
stay so
strong
I
don’t
really
know
He
said
I make
it up
as
I go
along
If
life’s
a bitch
She
said
And
then
you
die
What’s
the
point
in
living?
It’s
for
those
moments
He
said
Inbetween
That’s
why we
keep on
giving
If
I ask
you a
question
She
said
Do you
promise
to tell
the truth?
Yes
He
lied
If
it’s
not you
And
it’s
not me
Then who
the fuck
else
Is it
supposed
to be?
Would I
have made
a different
choice
If I had
never
heard
your
voice?
Would I
live in a
different
place
If I had
never
seen
your
face?
Would your
death have
hurt me
this much
If I had
never
felt
your
touch?
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
In a
different
timeAt a
different
placeThe
answer
would
stare
usRight
in the
face
Do you want to hear the truth?
Good.
Because I don’t want to tell it.
Do I
feel
better
It’s
hard
to tell
As I’m
already
trapped
In this
living
hell
What did I do
to deserve this?
Why did this
happen to me?
Where will
I end up now?
Who is coming
to save me?
Don’t
want
the
truth?
Then
don’t
ask
me.
I
will
not
lie,
To
protect
your
sanity.
Please
answer
my
questionInstead
of
avoiding
itAnd
try to
be
honestInstead
of
this
bullshit
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
I
can’t
be
arsed
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.
It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.
It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.
It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.
It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.
It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.
It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.
Stop asking me questions…
… When you are in no way prepared for the answers.