I do not want your pity.
Your sympathy is of no use.
I care nothing for your tears,
as your grief is just an excuse.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I do not want your pity.
Your sympathy is of no use.
I care nothing for your tears,
as your grief is just an excuse.
Beginnings
Endings
Happiness
Sadness
Relationships
Break ups
Love
Loss
Life
Death
If this is all there is,
then who are you
to tell me no?
You have no idea,
how hard this is
so please, just let me go.
Honestly,
I could wait
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
be too tough.
Honestly,
I could sleep
for a
thousand years
and it
would never
be enough.
Honestly,
I could cry
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
hurt too much.
‘It’s better
to have
loved and lost
than never to
have loved
at all’
‘You really
should just
shut your mouth
as, honestly,
you know
fuck all’
In a perfect world,
There is someone for everyone.
You meet each other.
You fall in love.
And you stay together,
Forever.
Ours, however, is a cruel world.
There is someone for everyone,
But you might never meet them.
You might never fall in love.
And you might not stay together,
Forever.
Because they might die,
Before you do.
Then, you’re fucked.
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.
If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.
If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.
If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.
If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.
It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.
I’m just sitting here,
Waiting it out,
Biding my time.
Soon,
The axe will fall.
And it’ll all be over.
Thankfully.
Just smile and nod
Even if what they say
Makes no fucking sense.
It’s better to be polite,
After all,
Than to punch people
In the face.
You’ll always carry it with you,
The pain.You can try to wrap it differently.
Use an alternative box,
Choose a shiny wrapping paper.
Secure it with ribbon,
Even glue on a fucking huge bow,
If you like.But you’ll still carry it with you,
The pain.Like a gaudy present nobody wants to open.
An unwanted gift you can never return.
I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.
But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.
My body
decays
and
My mind
forgets
but
My heart
desires
and
My soul
awakens
Days off
are always
difficult.
There’s
so much more
time to fill,
without you.
So many
memories
of what we
used to do.
I’d rather
be at
work.
At least
there, I
get paid
to be
miserable.
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.
When you died,
My world stopped turning.
When you took your last breath,
My life became meaningless.
As the ongoing battle towards my own death continues,
I’m numb to everything and everyone.
I trudge along…
Feigning my interest,
Forging my desire,
Faking my love.
It’s when it comes from nowhere,
that’s the worst.
The hysterical sobs that hit without warning.
When I’m driving and our song comes on the radio.
When a letter arrives and it’s addressed to you.
When I find a pair of your socks in my drawer.
My throat constricts,
as my lungs compress.
My stomach lurches,
as my heart laments.
And my eyes burn as I drown, slowly, in my own tears.
Still hoping,
Still waiting,
Still holding,
Still wanting.Still thinking,
Still grieving,
Still trying,
Still giving.Still caring,
Still feeling,
Still crying,
Still fighting.Still breathing,
Still living,
Still believing,
Still loving.
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.
It's a long way to the bottom
from all the way up here.
As I stand and shiver
I can't help but think...
What happens if I change my mind
halfway down?
Powerless to leave
or
making a choice to stay.
There is a difference.
If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.
You wish you could fix me,
But you can't.
I wish I would let you,
But I won't.
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.
It’s unmanageable, how much I grieve for you.
It’s uncomfortable, how much I can’t move on.
It’s unsettling, how much I hate you for leaving me.
It’s undignified, how much I cry for you.
It’s unbearable, how much I still love you.
I laughed today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
I cried today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
As I soldier on,
as best I can,
the simultaneous existence
of conflicting emotions,
slowly kills me.
The days march on,
But I trail behind.
Out of step,
Out of place,
Out of time.
The girl in the river,
She never thought she would be.
The girl in the river,
She didn’t want you to see.
The girl in the river,
She just wanted to be free.
The girl in the river,
She is me.
The ghosts that haunt my every day
Will plague my future too
I do not know if I can stay
As I’m fucked here without you
I’ve always been troubled.
Born with a darkness at my core.
An ugliness seeping through every fibre of my being.
My body infected with an overall malaise.
I’ve learned, over the years, to hide the monster from most.
Although your death has left me in free fall,
The fact I hate myself and want to die is nothing new.
That’s how I know I can get through this.
And that I’ll be ok.
I’d never realised
the word heartbreak
was meant literally,
until now
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.
Mornings are the worst.
Trying to muster the energy to get up, get dressed and leave the house.
Trying to summon the confidence to get through yet another day without you.
To be honest, I’d rather not bother.
But I suppose I do have bills to pay.
And I do have to feed the cat.
I
still think
about you
everyday
You
are the one
I will never
forget
I
am the one
you have already
forgotten
You can stop writing your pithy little poems, for your soul mate isn’t dead.
Your tears need no longer flow.
Your heart can beat again.
It’s an April Fool,
You fool.
It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it
How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
I tried really hard today.
To laugh.
To be normal.
To forget.
And I managed, for a while.
But still I lie in bed here, freezing, hoping to go to sleep and dream of you.
Atrophied. Abandoned.
Bleak. Barren.
Crumpled. Cracked.
Dark. Dank.
Embittered. Enraged.
Failed. Forgotten.
Garotted. Gutted.
Hateful. Haunted.
Indignant. Idle.
Jagged. Jaded.
Knocked. Knotted.
Longing. Lost.
Maudlin. Morose.
Nightmarish. Numb.
Obstructed. Obliterated.
Paralysed. Prone.
Quiet. Queasy.
Rotten. Ravaged.
Stolen. Shattered.
Traumatised. Tainted.
Unloveable. Undone.
Violated. Vanquished.
Weeping. Wasted.
Xxx
Yearning. Yawning.
Zero.
I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I’m forced to remember you, tomorrow.
Forced to remember those torturous nights.
Forced to remember those heart breaking conversations.
They were so private, so personal, so intense.
Those words only ever destined to leave your lips and reach my ears.
There will be others there that feel the same way about their loved one, I’m sure.
And there will be others there just to watch. To steal someone else’s story to tell as their own.
Fuck them.
I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I’m forced to remember you, tomorrow.
I just wish you were still here.
And that I didn’t have to go.
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.
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Fuck up
Fuck up
Fuck up
Repeat
I finally understand it.
I have realised the way things are.
I accept it.
I am not your woman.
You are not my man.
You are not mine to have.
I am not yours to hold.
We are friends.
This has always been clear.
You are unobtainable.
Out of my reach.
It's not that I don't care -
I do.
It's not that I'm not jealous - I am.
But now I finally understand it.
Now I have realised the way things are.
Now I accept it.
And it's okay.
Really.
xxx
You must try harder, he says.
Harder to smile,
Harder to laugh,
Harder to forgive,
Harder to forget,
Harder to live again,
Harder to love again.
You must try harder, he says.
I can’t, she whispers
I’m sorry.
Did I ever really know you at all, I wonder?
There was so much about you that I found fascinating.
Dark, brooding and mysterious.
Inexplicable in so many ways.
The expanse of your mind knew no bounds.
The depths of your heart the same.
You were so enchanting and intoxicating to me.
Such a fragile beauty.
I'm glad you didn't linger.
I'm thankful you didn't wither away.
I'm honoured I was with you, in those final moments.
Because I may never have really known you,
but I knew that look in your eyes.
I knew that grip of your hand.
I know my face was the last thing you saw.
You knew I was there, with you.
You knew I wouldn't leave.
You knew you were loved.
If I survive this
it will be a miracle.
But I don't believe in God,
Sadly.
There is no better place.
Those we love don’t walk beside us.
There are no other rooms.
You will stand at that grave and weep.
There are more than five stages.
There are more than two parts.
Tears are not silent.
There is no peace or comfort to find.
Time heals nothing.
You’ll always walk alone.
And grief is like a fucking tsunami,
so good luck learning to swim in that.
You get used to it, you know.
Being on your own.
Plus, no one sees you cry.
Which helps.
Maybe it would be for the best if I left
Just got the fuck out of here for good
Let's face it, I could
I have no responsibilities
I have no commitments
I have nothing
And it's not like anyone wants me to stay anyway
I still hear your key rattle in the door,
I still hear your footsteps across the floor.
I still hear your rubbish music playing,
I still hear your awesome temper fraying.
I still hear you impart your innate wisdom,
I still hear you berate with fierce criticism.
I still hear you sing your daft wee songs,
I still hear the bubble of your endless bongs.
I still hear you chew too loudly when you eat,
I still hear the thump of your heart beat.
I still hear your laugh and your wry chuckle,
I still hear your beloved belt unbuckle.
I still hear your enticing voice roar,
I still hear your thunderous snore.
I still hear your exasperated sigh,
I still hear your exhausted cry.
I Wish You Were,
Still Here.
I once said you were the most powerful man I knew
But you had to go and prove me wrong, didn't you?
xxx
It was quite nice talking to you last night.
I was able to forget, for a moment, that my heart is broken.
It felt good to laugh, to smile, to dance.
I thought I'd forgotten how to do those things.
I'm glad we randomly met last night.
But I'm also glad you left when you did.
Now I have the memory of our open ending,
To help mend my grieving heart.
It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.
So I’m just going to stop going out. As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.
Your words help guide my wayward step
and shine light in to my darkened heart
Your smile breaks my fall to the kitchen floor
and stems the tears in my haunted eyes
Your touch quietens the incessant voice in my head
and replenishes my embittered soul
You allow me to believe that love might be possible again
One day
Fuck
This
Shit
Paltry, trite sentiment
Faux hurt and pain
Superficial, artificial compassion
Feigned sadness and tears
You've got no fucking idea how this really feels
Grief Vampire
Just piss off back to your crypt
And leave me in peace
My heart is smashed into a thousand tiny pieces.
I don’t have the glue to put it back together.
And I lost the instruction manual years ago.
It’s better that I’m living without you
Rather than you living without me
You’d never cope with this pain
It has wrecked me
But it would have destroyed you
And I would have hated that
It’s like you’ve been round at your pals house for the evening, and you’re going to call me in a minute to tell me you’re on the bus home…
But you never call…
You said I was the only one who made you laugh.
You said I was the only one who made you cry.
You said I was the only one that made you feel safe.
You said I was the only one you could trust.
You said I was the only one who made you feel special.
You said I was the only one that mattered.
You said I was the only one who taught you patience.
You said I was the only one who taught you to be happy.
You said I was the only one who taught you to love.
Then you left.
And I was the only one who cried.
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