Group Therapy

I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful

But I
certainly
do not

What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales

When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?

An Apathetic Author

It’s
hard to
write
it all
down

What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside

But now
is the
time to
start
again

For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide

I’m Here All Day…

I’ve
slept
most
of the
night
tonight

And I
haven’t
yet
got
out
of bed

I wish
I could
say
I am
ill or
something

But
it’s
actually
just
apathy
instead

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

‘Twilight’

I wish
I could
remember

The
good
old
days

But I
fear they
were just
a lie

For I
cannot
recall

Any
time in
my life

When I
didn’t
want
to die

Christmas Dinner

I really
can’t be
arsed

I’d rather
just stay
in bed

I’m not in
the mood for
such jollity

Preferring
melancholy,
as I do, instead

3.38pm

Another
day spent
lying
in bed

Thoughts
racing
through
my head

Wondering
what it
was you
said

And all
the while
wishing
I was dead

(A) Pathetic

Here

Another
pill

Now
just
stay
still

Don’t
dare
scratch
that
itch

You’ll
just
pull
out
another
stitch

Then
once
again
you
will
bleed
everywhere

And
I
will
have
to
pretend
I
care

Twinkle

You
say
that
look
in my
eye

Sends
shivers
down
your
spine

I hope
one day
when
you
look
at me

That
you’ll
send
shivers
down
mine

Tuesdays

Waking up tired,
Heart already in pain

I really can’t be arsed,
with this shit again

Apathy & Deception

How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?

Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?

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