Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
Here I am
Pretending again
Faking a smile
To hide my pain
I fucking hate this weather
I don’t care
For your problems
I don’t care
For your pain
I don’t care
To prop you up
In fact
I’ll never care for you again
Finally
dropping
into
bedKnowing
I couldn’t
have done
any moreThere’s
no point
setting
an alarmAs
there’s
nothing
to wake
up for
Another minute
Another hour
Another day
Another shower
Of shite
I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
todayNow I
feel
like
a half
shut
knifeI’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
againI
really
fucking
hate
my
life
There’s
only so
much I
can write
Before
I go
to sleep
tonight
My
eyes are
heavy and
overtired
My
head is
weary and
overfired
The rubber ring
floats
towards me.
Thank you
for throwing
it down.
But I have
no desire
to grab it.
The rocks
in my pocket
are all
I need.