Detached

It
matters
not

If
I go
out

Or if
I stay
at home

As
either
way

It’s
clear
to me

I’ll
always
be alone

Drunk, Down and Potentially Out

Yet another day with the urge to quit

How the fuck do I deal with it

Without you by my side

With all your love and kindness to me me denied

Perhaps I should just put it all to an end

Rather than continue going around the bend

As hanging on has never been worth it

Not when I face this tsunami of bullshit

(A) Void

I
would
smash
that
glass

And
reach
for
your
hand

If
only
I was
allowed

Yet
we
have
no
choice

But
to
press
against
it

Hearts
broken
and
heads
bowed

Dwelling

Pain helps, momentarily.

It provides a fleeting relief.

Then the numbness returns.

And living inside this emotionless abyss, continues.

Parties

Hi,

Sorry I’m late,

I didn’t want to come,

I already want to go home.

Where’s the booze..?

Pretence

People are easy to fool, on the whole, I find.

They are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice me standing there, amongst them, pretending to be happy…