The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
Many more moons
Have passed since then
And plenty of suns
Now too
In fact it’s been
1,458 days
That I’ve been here
Without you
Xxx
Many A Moon
As that
day draws
ever closer
The pain
cannot be
avoided
To think
it was just
a year ago
When my
whole world
imploded
(Originally Posted 28.11.2019)
Had another day
Like this yesterday
After quite a few
Of feeling ok
The only way
Was in bed to lay
In order to
Keep those demons at bay
Who Gives A Fuck? (Not Me)
What do I do
Now all hope is gone
And I am left here
On my own
Somehow still alive
But gasping for air
Unable to thrive
Yet unwilling to care
(Originally Posted 05.04.2020)
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
Here
once
again
Same
old
day
Same
old
pain
My days
are sad
My nights
are lonely
Fuck knows
if I’ll ever
Only be
true to you
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.
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.
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the loaded gun
As I trudge through another day.