It’s about time
You reared
Your ugly head
I was panicked
Fearing
The worst
And yet soon
You’ll be wishing
I was still missing
As there’s no
Let-up
To my verse
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s about time
You reared
Your ugly head
I was panicked
Fearing
The worst
And yet soon
You’ll be wishing
I was still missing
As there’s no
Let-up
To my verse
Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
I used to be
Quite kindly
Cheerful
And fresh of face
Then something happened
That kicked off a pattern
Of both misery
And disgrace
Pedestals
They say you don’t know
What you mean to people
Whom you may never see
Well all I can say
Is I hope and pray
That no one relies on me
(Originally Posted 20.12.2020)
I’ll never look on the bright side
Or see that glass half full
As my penchant for misery
Has now come to be
Very much dyed in the wool
‘Jealous Guy’
Some
days
I am
acutely
aware
That
you
have
much
more
fun
than
me
I
suppose
it’s
not
that
hard
to
believe
Given
my
penchant
for
misery
(Originally Posted 08.11.2020)
Seriously,
She said
Could you be any more self absorbed?
Just accept he’s gone
And move the fuck on
Instead of moaning about being ignored
Hidden Harm
I killed
myself
today,
you know
And
no one
noticed
a thing
For
everyone
was far
too busy
To
care
about my
suffering
(Originally Posted 11.09.2020)
Jesus.
I even depress myself sometimes,
So fuck knows how you feel.
Wallowing
I
could
lie
here
and
fade
away
I’m
neither
here
nor
there
Not
that
I expect
you
would
notice
Or
even
that
you’d
care
(Originally Posted 06.08.2020)
Misery loves company
Isn’t that what they say?
Well you and I know
We feel that with gusto
So neither of us
Will be walking way
Bonding
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
(Originally Posted 20.07.2019)
Love me
Or leave me
I really couldn’t care
For either way
I’ll just decay
In misery and despair
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
‘I sort of came to the conclusion that misery is the natural state.
And if you get two decent minutes a day then that’s alright.’
– Nicky Wire
Some
days
I am
acutely
awareThat
you
have
much
more
fun
than
meI
suppose
it’s
not
that
hard
to
believeGiven
my
penchant
for
misery
To
help me
through
this
misery
Perhaps
I’ll
make
a drink
That
is what
they
say,
isn’t it?
A cup
of tea
solves
everything?
Well,
that’s
another
year
nearly
over
And
what
have
I
done?
Nothing
but
prepare
for
another
year
of
misery
Just
like
the
last
one
After
enjoying a
carefree
weekend
awayBoth
sadness
and misery
resume
today
If only
we could
just drift
away
to seaInstead
of being
trapped
here in
misery
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.