One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
HeadRoom
I
did
not
realise
That
space
in my
head
Would
still be
filled
by you
Even
though
you’re
dead
Vandalism
All
that
time
together
With
nothing
left to
show
But a
heart
that is
broken
And a
space
down
below
Fork In The Road
How
many
more
times
Must
I walk
this
path
Surely
I’ve
done it
enough
times now
To
find
my own
way
back
Internal Bleeding
Words
can’t
explain
This
eternal
ache
It
hurts
so much
When
I’m
awake
Wounded
They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk
But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?
At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve
And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve
K(not)
All
I can
say is
I live
in hope
That
one day
I will
tie that
rope
As
tightly
as I see
it in
my mind
And
all my
troubles
I’ll leave
behind
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
Precision
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
don’t want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
With A Twist
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
Sick & Tired
And
so
begins
another
day
Where
I pretend
every
thing
is ok
If
only
there
was
another
way
As I
hate
being
such a
fucking
cliché
Beyond All Recognition
My
life
has
changed
so muchIn
lots of
different
waysNow
the
hope
is to
haveMore
good
than
bad
days
Half The Battle
All
of a
sudden
now
it
seems
That
my
waking
mind
is
empty
You
only
exist
in
my
dreams
But of
those
there
are
still
plenty
Relief
As I
open
up my
scars
The
blood
flows
once
more
As I
begin
to see
stars
I fall,
sated,
to the
floor
Hiding The Knives
No amount
of blood,
sweat and
tearsWill ever
be enough
to assuage
these fearsBelieve
meI’ve
tried
Conundrum
What
keeps
us
togetherCan
also
tear
us
apartBut
what
ultimately
destroys
usMight
just
mend
a broken
heart
Utter(ing) Shite
Amongst
the worst
of the
liesAre the
ones
I tell
myselfFor the
safety
of my
sanityAnd the
goodness
of my
health
Immoral
This
can’t
go on
We
mustn’t
continue
As the
guilt is
seeping
Into
every
sinew
It
has to
stop
It
shouldn’t
have
started
As
we
made a
mockery
Of our
dearly
departed
The Debt Collector
You’ve
stolen
my life
from me
In
oh so
many
ways
It might
have been
you that
died
But
I’m
the one
who pays
Bottomless
Desperate
timesCall for
desperate
measuresSo toss
that
jigger
awayAnd
pour
The Messenger (1)
Morning:
I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you
Even
though
it was
through
a screen
Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete
With a
little
crack
inbetween
For What It’s Worth
The
overwhelming
feeling is
emptinessCompletely
hollowed
out insideAn ever
pervading
numbnessEvery
day
since
he died
Honourable Discharge
You
don’t
win
the
battleBut
it is
an
advanceOn
winning
the
war
One For The Road
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
Last Orders
Is that
really
it
There’s
nothing
more?
She asks
while
falling
to the
floor
We’ve
drunk
it all
The
well
is dry
He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye
‘Life Becoming A Landslide’
One scar
Two scar
Three scar
Four
It’s not a problem
I suppose
To add
A couple more
Earthquakes
I’m
surprised
you are
coping
so well
Given
all
that
has
happened
I
felt
like my
world had
fallen in
And
that
my life
had been
flattened
‘You’re So Vain…’
If you
keep
pulling
out your
hair
He
said
You
will
end up
going
bald
And
what
exactly
is it
about that
She
said
That
leaves
you so
appalled?
Scenes Some Viewers May Find Upsetting
It’s
not
self harming
It’s
self
soothing
Duty Of Care
I
wanted
to help
you
He
said
I
really
wanted
to try
Then you
should
have left
me alone
She
said
You
should
have just
let me die
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