Some Hit Harder Than Others

You could have been

So much more

But you drank it all away

I know deep down

Your heart was sore

And that you didn’t want to stay

But I wish you knew

How much we cared

And only wanted the best

Now you’re no longer here

We hope

You are finally at rest

(For O.R)

The Support Group

I do not come here

Every week

Looking for praise or reward

For I don’t deserve

Any of those things

Of that I have been assured

Funeral Arrangements

I took care of everything

But no one took care of me

Did it even occur to you

All that I had been through

And what was then my reality

After The Exorcism

Things should be better now

He said

They certainly shouldn’t be worse

I really hope so

She said

For I can’t live with this curse

Weak

I really am sorry

I cannot take your weight

For my arms are too broken

From carrying my own

Ter(rain)

I’ll
take
your
hand

If
you
are
frightened

I’ll
hold
you
hair

If
you
get
sick

I’ll
even
lead
you

To
the
path
of
enlightenment

If
you’re
really
fucking
quick

Mother’s Ruin

As
the rot
starts
to set
in

I
pour
myself
another
gin

To
silence
the pain
in my
head

As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift

My
mood
starts
to
lift

And
I can
finally
get out
of bed

Foreboding

It’s all just so wrong

This shouldn’t be happening to you

Not as it hasn’t been that long

Since it happened to me too

I’m not sure how to act

And I’m not sure what to say

For there’s nothing on earth that can take the pain

Of what is to come away

Across The Table

I love how you know,

To hold my hand,

Just by the croak in my voice.

I’m so grateful,

That you understand,

Just how much I need that choice.

Feeling that you’re there,

And how much you care,

Means everything you see.

But not forcing me to speak,

When you sense I’m weak,

Is why you’re the one for me.

Parachutes

I’m not sure I
can offer much

But a tissue
for your tears

A shoulder for
you to lean on

And an endless
supply of beers

A Helping Hand

Although
we have
now come
to an end

Your help
to me
has been
a godsend

Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend

You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend

Duty Of Care

I
wanted
to help
you

He
said

I
really
wanted
to try

Then you
should
have left
me alone

She
said

You
should
have just
let me die

Nice Try

Thank
you
for the
offer

But I
really
must
say no

There is
no need
for you
to listen

To any
more of
my tales
of woe

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