The Wrong Vibes

Perhaps it’s because I’m boring

Or maybe it’s just that I’m mad

But whatever I project

I’m easy to reject

Hence why my social life is so bad


Detached

It
matters
not

If
I go
out

Or if
I stay
at home

As
either
way

Suffice
it to
say

I will
always
end up
alone

(Originally Posted 21.07.2020)

One Trick Pony

Can’t you change things up

He said

All you do is bitch and whine

I honestly would if I could

She said

As I bore myself half the time


Myself

Why can’t I trust myself,
like I trusted you?

Why can’t I protect myself,
like I protected you?

Why can’t I love myself,
like I loved you?

Why?

(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)

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

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

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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