It’s
just
fear
That’s
all
it
is
That
when
push
comes
to
shove
It’ll
all
end
like
this
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s
just
fear
That’s
all
it
is
That
when
push
comes
to
shove
It’ll
all
end
like
this
My
chest
tightens
As my
eyes
swell
At yet
another
day
Burning
in
hell
It is
just so
unbelievableThat things
have come
to thisWho or
what will
save us?As we
stare into
the abyss…
Never
have
you
gone
out
more
now
you’ve
been
told
to
stay
in
Leaving
it
to
fate
alone
to
test
the
theory
that
fools
never
win
Whilst
social
distancingAnd just
about
subsistingTo what
we are
witnessingThere is
no point
resisting
I’ve
slept
most
of the
night
tonight
And I
haven’t
yet
got
out
of bed
I wish
I could
say
I am
ill or
something
But
it’s
actually
just
apathy
instead
There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after
By
those
who
love
you
the
most
There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter
And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast
I’m
surprised
you are
coping
so well
Given
all
that
has
happened
I
felt
like my
world had
fallen in
And
that
my life
had been
flattened
Just
Shut
Up
You
Stupid
Cunts
It’s that
time of
year
again,When
love
is in
the air.But so is
chicken pox,
TB and flu,
you moron.So please
take your
bullshit
elsewhere.
I’m
glad
you’ve
got the
all clear
I
really
am
happy
for you
I just
wish
with
all my
heart
That
he’d got
good
news
too
Mind
racing
Legs
pacing
All in
disbelief
At what
you’re facing
You did
it on
purpose,
didn’t
you?
Don’t
worry,
it
didn’t
show.
But I
knew
you
had
decided,
That
it was
time
for you
to go.
Xxx
Your
words
tattooed
on my
brainForever
Reminders
of how
we faced
that
painTogether
I wish
I could
have made
you better
I wish
I could
have made
it go away
I wish
I could
have taken
the pressure
I wish
I could
have made
you stay
Life is
just so
cruel
at timesIt
makes
me want
to shoutFor if
there is
a God
up thereWhat the
fuck is
all this
about?!
I wish
we
could
have
spokenRight
at
the
very
endI’ll
miss
your
voice
foreverThe
sound
of my
best
friend
I wish
I could
take your
pain awayTell
you that
everything
will be okayBut
I know
the truthThey
don’t
get
betterAnd
then
what
you had
is lostForever
I really wish
that I could do more
Like pick you up
from the bathroom floor
Hug you when
your heart is breaking
And give you comfort
when your bones are aching
But for as much as
your pain to me is known
This is a journey
you must walk alone
It was
all just
so fucking
unfairYou were
taken from
me without
a careWith what
seemed like
no time at
all to prepareWe had no
choice but
our souls
to bareXxx
I hope it
all goes
well
todayI hope
with
all my
heartI just
couldn’t
bear it
if youHad to
live the
way I
now doAnd for
your lives
to be torn
apart
I cried for
hours this
morning
I found your
notebook in
my pocket
Now I’ve
started to
read it
I don’t
know how
to stop it
You never
see the
worst of
my illness
because
I hide it
from you
For you
to know
the truth
about me
would just
tear me
in two
So I’ll
paint
on a
smile and
pretend
that I’m
fine
For
doing so
protects
both
your
sanity
and mine
After
every
high
There is
the inevitable
low
And she’s coming
for me again,
I know
I feel her
getting closer
and closer each day
And this time
she’s going
to make me pay
Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
Grief is like
an incurable
disease.Taunting
your
thoughts.Decimating
your
desire.Liquidating
your
love.
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
I get headaches.
Crushing, pounding headaches.
Cannot finish cigarettes,
because of the headaches.
I'm always itching,
Skin crawling.
Can't stay in one position for too long,
as my bones ache.
Sickness burns in my stomach,
constantly queasy.
My sleep patterns are disturbed.
I have bruises on my arms and legs,
Lumps and bumps everywhere.
I feel dizzy all the time,
Stumbling when I walk.
I cannot concentrate my mind.
My own wheeze wakes me up.
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
But there's no way I can see a doctor.
I'm too scared for that.
They might just confirm I'm really ill,
after all...
I trace those old scars with my finger
I remember the fleeting pain
And the lasting relief
I never told anyone
I hope I'm not about to re-open old wounds
Literally