Wednesdays Aren’t Much Better

I eat

I drink

I sleep

I breathe

But with

Very little else

Inbetween


I Fucking Hate Tuesdays

Trudging through this half a life

Really just subsisting

Knowing I’d be

Better off dead

Than merely just existing

(Originally Posted 22.02.2022)

It’s Too Late For This Shit

So many nights stood there with you

With so much forced conversation

When all I wanted to do

Was go home for a brew

And enjoy my hibernation


Let Me Go

Please
just
walk
away
from
me

And
take
yourself
off
home

I
do
not
want
to talk
to you

I
want
to be
alone

(Originally Posted 18.08.2020)

The Dry Well

What can you do

When the words won’t flow

When you have exhausted

Every topic you know

Perhaps all there is

Is to put down the pen

And hope that one day

You’ll be hurt again

Small Talk

I can’t take any more of this

You’re really hurting my head

So please stop talking

And just start walking

Leaving me the fuck alone instead

Annual Leave

A week
off work

What’s
the point

Drink
a beer

Smoke
a joint

That’s
nothing new

I do it
every day

It’s all
I have

Keeping my
demons at bay

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?

Bored

You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eye

The
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye

Keeping Busy

It’s been
a busy
few days

In
many
ways

But now all
my tasks are
completed

So with
nothing
left to do

I’ll soon
be thinking
of you

And how
I’ve been left
feeling cheated

Space Invader

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?

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