She said she’d written it
About herself
When I saw her
On TV
But there’s no way
She could portray
The exact same feelings
As me
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
She said she’d written it
About herself
When I saw her
On TV
But there’s no way
She could portray
The exact same feelings
As me
Grief affects everyone
In many different ways
Yet some among us
Prove lucky enough
To escape the daily malaise
Poles Apart
I still cry myself to sleep
Not that you’d know
You selfish creep
You think because
We all lost him
That we both feel the same
But you haven’t got
A fucking clue
Of how I live each day in pain
(Originally Posted 30.12.2020)
I guess I hadn’t realised
Others would dream about their dead
That it’s not just me
At the mercy
Of the thoughts inside their head
What I never expected, however,
Is their dreams seem to be quite pleasant
Not like mine
Where he’s still dying
And fear is ever-present
Now I’m wondering how they do it
And if I could control my dreams
As to see him smile
Just for a while
May well reduce my screams
‘You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til It’s Gone ‘
It’s
only
now
I dream
of
you
Now
that
you
are
dead
If
only
you
were
still
here
And
not
just
inside
my
head
Xxx
(Originally Posted 12.11.2020)
That is the difference
Between you and me
I have no interest
In all of this
Whilst you are happy to be
The Silent Killer
I’m just sitting here,
Waiting it out,
Biding my time.
Soon,
The axe will fall.
And it’ll all be over.
Thankfully.
(Originally Posted 30.04.2019)