If life’s
a bitch
And then
you die
Then what’s
the fucking
point
Just flip
the switch
Let out
a sigh
And roll
another
joint
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If life’s
a bitch
And then
you die
Then what’s
the fucking
point
Just flip
the switch
Let out
a sigh
And roll
another
joint
Take
away
my
knives
Put
those
razors in
the bin
For the
urge to
cut is
rising
To bleed
out the
pain
within
Privacy
is not
allowed,
it seems
When
you’re
trying
to grieve
People
get pissed
off,
it seems
If you don’t
wear your
heart on
your sleeve
There’s
so much
of meYou
never
seeSo many
things
I doThat are
hidden
from viewI know you
won’t believe
it’s trueBut it’s
my way of
protecting you
I
told you
a lie
yesterday
I said
I felt better
and that I
am okay
When the
actual truth
is I hope
and pray
That I
won’t live
to see
another day
It’s
just not
right
That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight
It’s
just not
fair
That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there
I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
When I heard
the black dog
barking outside
I knew I had
nowhere left
to hide
When I heard
the black dog
at my door
I knew I didn’t
have the strength
to fight anymore
Now I hear
the black dog
on my shoulder
All I feel
is relief
that it’s over
I’m scared
of what
that day
will bring,
As I
know it’s
approaching
fast.
Even if
it’s the
start of
my future,
There’s no
way of
forgetting
my past.
What’s the
point in
going to bed
With all
this shit
inside my head
It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest
With this
sickness deep
inside my chest
I
NEED
YOU
MORE
THAN
EVER
BEFORE
I
SIMPLY
CANNOT
DO
THIS
ANY
MORE
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
so much
It wasn’t
just the
end of us
It was
the end of
everything
Xxx
Sickness grows
Frustration shows
Conversation slows
But no one knows
It’s time
to put you
back in
your boxTo fasten
the lid
and change
the locksI cannot
continue
down this
pathFor if I
do there
is no way
back
I lie
in your bed
and I lie
to your face.I am
a public fraud
and a private
disgrace.
I’m done
with
this shithole
todayI’m packing
up and
running
awayFar
from where
the sun
can catch meAnd to where
the pleasure
of pain
distracts me
Death.
The ultimate break up.
Biting my nails
until they bleed,
doesn’t give me
the relief I need.
Scratching my skin
until it’s breaking,
doesn’t stop my
heart from aching.
When will it end,
this pain I’m feeling?
When does it stop,
when do I start healing?
It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.
It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.
It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.
It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.
It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.
It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.
It’s not the travelling without you that I miss…
But the call home to tell you I’ve arrived.
Another day of pretence dawns,
And my heart is full of dread.
Another chasm in my mind yawns,
And I wish that I was dead.
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.
I’m just sitting here,
Waiting it out,
Biding my time.
Soon,
The axe will fall.
And it’ll all be over.
Thankfully.
You have no idea,
How much your sideways glance,
Hauls my weary heart,
Through yet another,
Lonely day…
You’ll always carry it with you,
The pain.You can try to wrap it differently.
Use an alternative box,
Choose a shiny wrapping paper.
Secure it with ribbon,
Even glue on a fucking huge bow,
If you like.But you’ll still carry it with you,
The pain.Like a gaudy present nobody wants to open.
An unwanted gift you can never return.
Days off
are always
difficult.
There’s
so much more
time to fill,
without you.
So many
memories
of what we
used to do.
I’d rather
be at
work.
At least
there, I
get paid
to be
miserable.
The girl in the river,
She never thought she would be.
The girl in the river,
She didn’t want you to see.
The girl in the river,
She just wanted to be free.
The girl in the river,
She is me.
Every time I make you laugh another part of me dies inside.
For you can never now be the one to whom I can confide.
It’s my own fault, I know too well, as I should not try to pretend.
But if you could only see past my facade, you’d make a cracking friend.