There’s no way
I could know
The depths of your hell
But I’ve known
My own
All too fucking well
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
There’s no way
I could know
The depths of your hell
But I’ve known
My own
All too fucking well
I suppose
I’ve never
Really cared
For people,
Places,
Or things
But just dealt
With the
Endless
Melancholy
That abject
Depression
Brings
This type of positive sentiment
Is all well and good
But it’s of no use
When you cannot produce
The feelings others say you should
The (Not So) Funny Man
‘A day without laughter is a day wasted…’
Oh just fuck off Charlie,
Life’s far more complicated.
(Originally Posted 18.11.2019)
I know that here I come across
As someone who speaks their mind
But in reality
Words can often fail me
And my voice is much harder to find
The Jumble Sale
I rummage around inside my head as I search for what to say
But my silence means all you hear is I don’t want you to stay
I rummage around inside my head as I look down to the floor
But my silence means all you hear is I don’t love you anymore
What is painfully sad for both of us is neither of these things are true
But the jumble sale of words in my head prevents me from being honest with you
(Originally Posted 28.07.2019)
I remember feeling like this
Every day back then
When it would take everything I had
To get up and do it again
Although now I find it easier
With most mornings not as hard
I’d be lying if I didn’t say
Sometimes I’m still caught off guard
5am
Stomach lurching,
Bones aching,
Head pounding,
Heart breaking,
Waking up is never easy.
(Originally Posted 13.06.2019)
If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
I can’t think of another ditty
Or come up with a different rhyme
Not when what I write is so shitty
More than half of the time
When you find
It’s a struggle to cope
When it feels
Like you’ve lost all hope
Remember and try
To just hold on
For there will be
Better days to come
To not know
Who to trust
Certainly fucking hurts
But to be unsure
Of ones own self
Is infinitely worse
Please
She said
Pay me no mind
And try not think of me unkind
For I am
She said
To madness inclined
And peace I can no longer find
They
say
there’s
someone
for
everyone
But
how
can
that
possibly
be?
I’m
surprised
anyone
can
find
anyone
Trapped
in
this
insanity
How
many
more
times
Must
I walk
this
path
Surely
I’ve
done it
enough
times now
To
find
my own
way
back
I
don’t
know
about
you
But
I can
certainly
say
for
me
That
this
is
definitely
not
Like
I thought
it
would
be
I have
to say
I’ve
had
enoughSurely
no one
can be
this
tough
I did
everything
I could
to fit in
But yet
I was
still an
outcast
Neither
side
understood
me
The gulf
between
the two
too vast
How
much
longer
will this
take?
How
many
choices
must I
make?
Before
I finally
get
what
I want
And you
stop
being
such a
cunt
If I
had
any
more
I’d
give
some
to you
But I
only
have
enough
To
get
myself
through
This
bullshit
they call
life
One woman cries at the kitchen sink
One man pours himself another drink
One woman sits in her bedroom binge eating
One man gives another a beating
One man rocks himself to sleep
One woman prays the lord her soul to keep
One man paces going quietly mad
One woman realises she’s been had
One man cries for the loss of his wife
One woman downs pills to end her life
They all know, deep down, their lives are shit
But, on this street, they are powerless to change it
It
hurts
to smile
After
a
while
So you
start
to pout
As your
insides
turn out
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred