Last Legs

I’m sorry

It’s not

Much fun

For you

Me being

Miserable

And depressed

But just know

I’m doing

The best

I can

With what

Little

I have left

Dead Giveaway

I know

It’s easier

To think

I’m joking

That’s why

I use

That tone

Of voice

But you’ll

Soon see

I just

Wasn’t

Coping

And that

This

Was always

My choice

Still Standing

I haven’t

Really done much

In my forty six years

On Earth

There’s nothing of note

To really show off

That has any value

Or worth

But one thing

I am proud of

If you can excuse

My indulgence

Is I’ve survived the days

When, deep in a haze,

I really thought

I fucking wouldn’t

Easy Meat

My brain

Will not stop circling

Like a vulture

Overhead

I can feel it

Fucking worsening

So I may as well

Just play dead

Good Morning

Monday morning

Same old story

Trying to pretend

I’m hunky dory

If only weekends

Lasted longer

Maybe I’d start the week

Feeling stronger

But as it stands

I never feel refreshed

So how this week will go

Is anyone’s guess

After The Funeral

Walking home

In the rain

Knowing I’ll never

See you again

My heart hangs heavy

My eyes shut tight

Knowing there’s no way

That I’ll last the night

Fuck My Life

I told myself

I wouldn’t do this again

I’d never put myself

Through all this pain

Yet here I am

Overthinking

It’s no fucking wonder

I feel like drinking

I really should

Have learned by now

No good ever comes

From such nagging self doubt

Now I can but hope

That my brain shuts down

While I circle the drain

And get ready to drown

Volumes

There’s nobody to wake me

Or offer me a drink

No one here to greet me

Or ask me what I think

I always thought I’d be happy

If I was on my own

But I’d never considered

How I’d become so withered

From the silence of being alone

Boring

If we ever

Met again

I’d explain why

I walked away

It wasn’t that

I didn’t want to chat

But I simply

Had nothing to say

Underneath It All

And when

I decide

To end it

Know there was nothing

You could’ve done

I just never, ever

Felt happy

I didn’t know how

To have fun

“Burn my body. Let the ashes blow. I am free.”

– Tommy Shelby

Dark, Even For Me

It is

No longer

Up to me

It’s so

Far out

Of my hands

Now

I only hope

For a sturdy rope

And that,

One day,

You’ll understand

A Fate Worse Than Death

I will always say

That I’m doing well

And that nothing

Could ever annoy me

Because if I didn’t

That look

On your face

Would absolutely destroy me

A Knife’s Edge

It rears it’s head

This time of year

The feeling of wishing

That I wasn’t here

I’ll try to push through

As best as I can

But I’d be lying to say

It wasn’t still a plan

Staying Power

I understand

It takes time

For wounds

Like these

To heal

But I got bored

Of myself

Years ago

So fuck knows

How you feel

Without A Fuss

Don’t you want to get better?

No, she politely replied

I think folks would be happier

If I just quietly died

“The Demons In Your Head”

You thought

You’d stop

Didn’t you?

And you’d never

Touch me again

That you wouldn’t

Need knives

Or razor blades

To cope

With all your pain

Yet here you are

With scissors

Poised to plunge

Into your skin

What a stupid bitch

To think you could switch

And that I

Would never win

Shadows

They say

You are

No longer here

But I see you

Clear as day

I hear you

Talking

In your sleep

As I while

The hours away

They want me

To think

It can’t be true

That I’m mad

And must take

A pill

But I know you

Will never leave

And I am not

Mentally ill

Absence

I guess you could say

I’ve been in mourning

With no desire to see

Yet another day dawning

And despite me trying

To relieve this burden

It would only be lying

To say my future is certain

Compadre

There’s no way

I could know

The depths of your hell

But I’ve known

My own

All too fucking well

Piecemeal

As the punches roll

Time takes it’s toll

And I lose more

And more

Each day

I can’t be wrong

Thinking

It won’t be long

Before I fully

Fade away

Secluded

Slowly 
I walk
Along
The bridge
Resisting
The urge
To jump

But
I feel
The ringing
In my ears
And my heart
Begin
To thump

Now
I have felt
This way
Before
And
I recognise
The slump

So I go
In search 
Somewhere
Else
For these
Feelings
To dump

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