It will get better with time
They lied
Before my tears
Had even dried
The Inner Turmoil
Always
laughing
and
joking
Smiling
on
the
outside
While
all the
time I'm
choking
On the
emotions
I'm trying
to hide
There’s No Excuse
It
didn’t
mean
anything
thenAnd
it
certainly
doesn’t
nowSo
stick
your
apologyUp
your
arseYou
spiteful
little
cow
The Bake Sale
Bringing
along
your
flask of
coffee
And
your
frosted
homemade
cake
Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable
Or any
less
fucking
fake
Blocked
Your
platitudes
irritate
me every
day
That’s
it
That’s
all
I wanted
to
say
Celebrity Suicide Breeds Public Dishonesty
So you can
empathise
with her
Someone
you only
saw on TV?
But when
my shit hit
the fan
You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?
Well fuck your
social media
petition
And your
boycott of
that rag
Why not look
a little closer
to home?
You
disingenuous
old hag
The Edge
I’m on
the cusp
of something new
But I
don’t know
quite what to do
I just can’t
decide what’s
false and what’s true
Or when
would be the
right time to tell you
Fake Flowers
Your fake
concern
disgusts meYour false
condolences
make me sickIf you
really want
to comfort meJust piss off
and leave me
aloneYou prick
