Don’t
Ask me
Because
I don’t care
I’ve got better things
To do
Than my thoughts
To share
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Don’t
Ask me
Because
I don’t care
I’ve got better things
To do
Than my thoughts
To share
The rope
Is in
The bin
For now
Having given
That monster
A swerve
But it’s safe
To assume
I can’t give him
Any room
As he’ll have
Kept some back
In reserve
Try Harder Next Time
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
And putting the rope
Back in the shed
(Originally Posted 24.02.2021)
That day
Still comes
Every year
Despite
My avoidance
As it
Draws near
One Year Ago
If I
just
don’t
think
about
it
Then
maybe
that
day
won’t
come
I’m
just
not
sure
I can
face it
When
all
is
said
and
done
(Originally Posted 11.11.2019)
My chest
feels heavy
My throat
is tight
Wondering
whose feelings
I will hurt
tonight
If I
just
don’t
think
about
itThen
maybe
that
day
won’t
comeI’m
just
not
sure
I can
face itWhen
all
is
said
and
done
It actually
hurts to
listen to youLet alone
look you
in the eyePlease just
leave me
aloneFor I have
bigger fish
to fry
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch