Lying here
Just us two
Isn’t the same
Without you
Xxx
Cambuslang
All
those
days we
stayed
in bed
They
rattle
around
inside
my head
Until
the tears
run from
my eyes
As the
love we
shared
slowly
dies
Xxx
In Sickness And In Health
How
the
fuck
can
it be
right
That
I have
to sleep
alone
tonight
I never
thought
that I
would be
On my
own at
thirty
three
Omerta
Please
stop
your
incessant
noise
Or I’ll
send
round
one of
the boys
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
Self Inflicted
I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today
At least
until this
hangover
goes
away
Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair
And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care
8.05pm
I can’t
be arsed
with any
more todayI’m just
going
to go
to bedAt least
that way I
might get
some respiteFrom the
voices
inside
my head
‘Forever Delayed’
Brought
to a
standstill
Leaves on
the line
ahead
A signal
point
failure
I wish
I’d stayed
in bed
Tuesdays
Waking up tired,
Heart already in pain
I really can’t be arsed,
with this shit again
Haunted
Death
peers in
through
the gloomAs I
lie here
alone in
this roomUpon
this bed
we once
sharedCrying for
the love
we once
declared
Forty Winks
Why do
I bother
coming
to bed
It’s not
like I
can
sleep
All I
do is
fucking
lie here
Overthinking
and
counting
sheep
Tuesday
I called in sick for work today.
My heart just couldn’t come out to play.
All I’ve done is lie in bed
Filled with thoughts of fear and dread.
With nausea consuming every movement,
My mood shows no sign of improvement.
I hate existing like this.
Full of anger, self loathing and all that shit.
I wonder how much more emotion can I conceal
Before I decide to end it all for real
A Long Forty Eight Hours
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.
Another Day, Another Hangover
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Not Today
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
Saturdays
Saturdays are made for staying in bed all day.
But it's so cold and lonely, in here, without you.
Freezing
I tried really hard today.
To laugh.
To be normal.
To forget.
And I managed, for a while.
But still I lie in bed here, freezing, hoping to go to sleep and dream of you.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 