Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
When I asked
If you still loved me
You should’ve just said
Absolutely not
Now all that’s stemmed
From your lying
Is a whole heap of crying
And both of us losing
The plot
I felt sorry for him
The boy on the train
Said he’d ran away
From school again
Told me his parents
Just didn’t care
There was nothing,
But misery,
For him there
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
If it’s
So fucking easy
Then go out
And get your own
You be all bright
And breezy
And see what kindness
You’re shown
The problem
With hiding
Is finding
Myself
After all
Is said and done
I’m still devastated
That you’re gone
Xxx
You cannot hide it
Or simply deny it
Because even if you try it
I’ll most certainly find it
Time may heal
But it kills too
I know that now,
Without you
In amongst
All the bullshit
There’s one thing
That’s still true
I might scream and curse
And make matters worse
But I’ll never be a cunt
Like you
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
What I’ve got for you depends
He said
On if you’ve been bad or good
I couldn’t give a fuck
She said
And haven’t since childhood
Do you know what I have learned
She said
In all my time here on this earth
Forget about the bridges you’ve burned
She said
And value your own self worth
Join me
He said
By the fire
It’s cold outside
And the rain, dire
Thank you
She said
But I’d better not
As you wouldn’t want
What I have got
Things can only get better
He said
If you keep up this attitude
It’ll be gone within the day
She said
Along with my good mood
I know that it must seem
She said
Like I’m arrogant and self centered
But that’s not it at all
She said
I just write how I feel uncensored
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
I didn’t tell you
All back then
So don’t think
That I’ll talk now
Just because
You’ve changed your tune
Doesn’t mean
You’ve won me round
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
I’ve always felt
Misunderstood
Wrong, somehow
And not much good
But I’ve come to learn
As I have aged
I wasn’t born this way
I was made
Back in the day
The words flowed freely
And I knew just what
To impart
But I’ve recently found
Since my new love’s in town
That for poems,
I’m no longer arsed
If you knew
Anything about me
You’d know that shit
Isn’t my style
I’d say
To your face
That you’re a cunt
And not hide it
Behind a smile
I wonder
If you’ll remember
All those things
You said to me
The last time
That we sat
In this room
Drinking herbal tea
I recall you had
A deck of cards
Asking me pick
Just three
Using them, then
As your guide
To set
The spirits free
I knew back then
It was bullshit
And now I don’t
Feel differently
But if indeed
You do remember
To your ‘gift’
I will concede
If the price
Of love
Is loss
Then I’ll
Just wait
For the sales
There’s no use
In contemplation
Or any sense
In looking back
All there is
Is madness
That belongs firmly
In the past
Sometimes
I regret
What I said
And how often
I showed you
The door
As it never seemed
To matter
How your heart
Was shattered
You’d always
Come back
For more
Tongue tied
Dead inside
Lying
On my bed of nails
Forever lonely
Seeing true love only
In films
And fairy tales
Paranoia can be
Our best friend
As it often saves us
In the end
The lights go out
In the blink of an eye
And there’s nothing left
But to say goodbye
You do not need
To put me first
And I would never ask you to
But it would be nice
If, once or twice,
You thought of someone
Other than you
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