If stress
Is caused
By giving
A fuck
Then
I’m very glad
I don’t
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If stress
Is caused
By giving
A fuck
Then
I’m very glad
I don’t
Whether it’s from
The scars on my arms
Or from the words
That I have written
I think it may be best
If I take a rest
And go back
To keeping them hidden
Cutting
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than some other ways I know
(Originally Posted 05.01.2021)
It’s not that I don’t want to
He said
But we have been here before
I can’t give you what you need
She said
So I won’t ask you any more
It’s Not Real
I think
I love
you
He
said
But
I cannot
wait
If you
loved
me
She
said
You
wouldn’t
hesitate
(Originally Posted 30.12.2019)
I am pretty sure
I’ll give up soon
When I find a moment
That is opportune
I’ll say goodbye
Just after nightfall
And put down my pen
Once and for all
Done In
There’s
only so
much I
can write
Before
I go
to sleep
tonight
My
eyes are
heavy and
overtired
My
heart is
weary and
overfired
(Originally Posted 22.10.2019)
You will feel much better
She said
After a drink and something to eat
There’s no point in feeding me up
She said
For I have accepted defeat
Little Miss Pitiful
Too busy to stop,
Too bored to stay.
Too broken to fight,
For yet another day.
(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)
I’m finally closing the curtains
In the windows of my mind
Another bleeding heart
With wisdom left to impart
You will have to find
I
never
thought
This
would
be
How
all
this
would
end
Me
living
here
alone
Without
my
best
friend
(Originally Posted 21.06.2019)
I’m trapped inside this silent war
Furiously waving a white flag above my head
But no one seems to care
One day soon
I’ll stop trying
(Originally Posted 14.04.2019)
I already want to go back to sleep
And I haven’t even woken up yet
(Originally Posted 08.04.2019)
Imagine
what you
could
achieveHe
saidIf only
you just
tried
harderI’ve
done all
I can
to stay
aliveShe
saidI can’t
possibly
go any
farther
You say
that
you’ve
had
enough
Well I
ask you –
what
about
me?
Surely
you
won’t
leave me
to drown
In
this
sea
of
hypocrisy?
We’re
no
nearer
to
being
together
And
it’s
tearing
me
apart
I’m
starting
to think
that I’m
just not
cut out
For
such
complicated
affairs
of the
heart
I have
to say
I’ve
had
enoughSurely
no one
can be
this
tough
Each
time
I tryI always
seem
to failSpectacularly
Crossing
the road
slowlyEver hopeful
of getting
run overLeaving
the oven
door openEver hopeful
of inhaling
the gasDrinking
spirits
every dayEver hopeful
of pickling
the liverEating
salted chips
all nightEver hopeful
of a heart
bypass
Do you
ever wish
you could
give up?
Say right,
that’s it,
I’ve had
enough!
I’m done
with all
this fucking
shit
I’m finally
going
through
with it!
Well,
that’s what
I think
every day
I find
those words
so easy
to say
And now,
it seems,
the demons
have won
For I can
say that I’m
officially
done
I’ll
never
fall
in love
againNot
that
I ever
wanted
to beLove is
for those
with
delicate
soulsAnd
not
for the
likes
of me
Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.
What’s the
point in
going to bed
With all
this shit
inside my head
It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest
With this
sickness deep
inside my chest
I called in sick for work today.
My heart just couldn’t come out to play.
All I’ve done is lie in bed
Filled with thoughts of fear and dread.
With nausea consuming every movement,
My mood shows no sign of improvement.
I hate existing like this.
Full of anger, self loathing and all that shit.
I wonder how much more emotion can I conceal
Before I decide to end it all for real
How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the loaded gun
As I trudge through another day.
I don’t really want to die.
At least I don’t think I do.
I just want the pain to stop.
Every day is a battle I have less and less desire to fight.
Every day is an experience I have less and less desire to enjoy.
Every day is a puzzle I have less and less desire to complete.
I just want that spark back.
I just want you back.
I just want you.
Something has to give,
For me to find a reason to live.
Something has to change,
For me to avoid the firing range.
Something good has to come,
For me to choose not to succumb.
Something better has to start,
For me to stop tearing myself apart.
Some other story must be told,
For me to finally come in out of the cold.
I feel sick.
Constantly.
It’s like wading through a swamp. Trying to drag your limbs from quicksand. Pushing against an invisible wall, a colossal weight strapped to your back. Everything takes so much longer. So many hours are lost. Motivation is impossible to muster. Action comes only in waves. Trivial tasks are insurmountable and nothing makes sense.
I’ve become physically, mentally and emotionally immovable.
Please, send help.
If I survive this
it will be a miracle.
But I don't believe in God,
Sadly.
It doesn’t matter how hard we try,
we still fuck it all up,
in the end.