"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m sure you didn’t mean it
That way
That you were just trying
To help me through
But wheeling out those lines
As I lost my mind
Did nothing
But make me hate you
Know-It-All
What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
stronger
But
it
also
makes
me
sick
So
you
can
shove
your
aphorisms
Up
your
arse
You
condescending
prick
(Originally Posted 13.07.2020)
And now
that
I am
better,
it seems,
you have
taken a
turn for
the worse
But you
won’t talk
to me,
despite
my plea,
which
is really
the most
perverse
Crutches
I fear
I have
lent on
you once
too often,
and now
you are
as broken
as me.
I should
never have
asked for
your help,
to be
honest,
as now
you’ll never
be free.
(Originally Posted 11.07.2019)
Sounds like I was sick of platitudes
Back when I wrote this one
Had enough of condescending attitudes
When all was said and done
Yet as I think about it now
I’d love to hear them again
But sympathy disappears
When it falls on deaf ears
And eventually you run out of friends
No Consolation
There’s
no
point
in
crying
Over
spilt
milk
God
loves
you
for
trying
Blah
blah
blah
(Originally Posted 10.07.2020)
It was she
Who stopped my hands from shaking
She
Who stopped my head from aching
She
Who stopped my voice from quaking
So why can’t she stop
My heart from breaking?
Morning:
I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you
Even
though
it was
through
a screen
Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete
With a
little
crack
inbetween
It is with a heavy heart
And a mournful sigh
That the time has come
To say our goodbye
I’ll always be eternally grateful
For everything you’ve done
Your love has taken away my pain
And left me with none
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 