From Birth

Why is everything so fucking bleak with you

He said

Why can’t you just stop moping around

For my melancholy is lifelong

She said

And no cure can be found

‘Until The End…’

We can 
never
let
ourselves
forget

She
said

That
the
worst
is often
yet to
come

For
crying
out
loud

He
said

How
fucking
long

Are
you
going
to
bang
this
drum?

It Takes All Sorts

Sometimes
I wish
I was
normal

But
then
I remember
nobody is

And how
thankful
I am
for that

Otherwise
life would
be boring
as shit

Stale

He
reaches
over for
my hand

Thinking
that
I’ll
understand

But
I don’t

He’s
hoping
that
I will
be grand

Living
in this
no man’s
land

But
I won’t

Staid

Is
that
it
now

Are
we
finally
done?

As I
would
like
to go
out
now

And
have
a bit
of
fun

Unremarkable

I know
I am no
expert

But I wish
you would
just admit

That your
claim to be
an introvert

Is
absolute
bullshit

You’re
actually
just boring

That is
the truth
of it

Devoid
of all
reasoning

With a
complete
lack of wit

You say
you’re
introspective

To seem
like less of
a lame duck

But your
attempts are
ineffective

As you’re
simply dull
as fuck

Internal Monologue

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Just cheer up
you miserable cunt

Your wallowing
is excruciating

And your self
pity an affront

Well, You Asked…

Even
though
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over and
over again
really
does just
make me
miserable

Down

I can’t
do anything
any more

All I do
is sit
and stare

Questioning
myself all
the time

Moaning
how life
isn’t fair

In truth
I actually
bore myself

So fuck
knows why
you care

Telling Tales

Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea

But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?

You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more

Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore

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