But
you
were
doing
so well
He
said
I
don’t
quite
understand
Coming
back
from
hell
She
said
Doesn’t
always
go to
plan
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
But
you
were
doing
so well
He
said
I
don’t
quite
understand
Coming
back
from
hell
She
said
Doesn’t
always
go to
plan
My
life
has
changed
so muchIn
lots of
different
waysNow
the
hope
is to
haveMore
good
than
bad
days
All
of a
sudden
now
it
seems
That
my
waking
mind
is
empty
You
only
exist
in
my
dreams
But of
those
there
are
still
plenty
Drunkenly
wishing
upon a
star
Won’t
make my
dreams
come true
For he’ll
never be
able to
love me
Half as
much as
he loved
you
What
keeps
us
togetherCan
also
tear
us
apartBut
what
ultimately
destroys
usMight
just
mend
a broken
heart
This
can’t
go on
We
mustn’t
continue
As the
guilt is
seeping
Into
every
sinew
It
has to
stop
It
shouldn’t
have
started
As
we
made a
mockery
Of our
dearly
departed
I’m so
happy
I got
out of
there
As my
mind
was
going
fuck
knows
where
At
least
now
a smile
I can
wear
Whilst
I walk
around
without
a care
When
change
is
thrust
upon you
It
really
makes
you
wonder
Can I
make
it to
pastures
new
Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?
You
don’t
win
the
battleBut
it is
an
advanceOn
winning
the
war
Life gets a little easier
Day by day
As the worst of the heartache
Fades away
But the ostracism
That never ends
Although I’ve done all I can
To apologise and make amends
I’m not
ready for
you to
love me
She
said
So let’s
just take
things
slow
There’s
so much
I can’t
forget
She
said
But I
need this
more than
you know
It must be
so easy
for you
Loving
your life
as you do
But spare a
thought for
the likes of me
Drowning
in a sea of
melancholy
It feels like
every day I fall
A little further
down the hole
Losing just
a wee bit more
Of my mind,
body and soul
You
can
stay
Or you
can
leave
I
really
don’t
give
a fuck
As
from
now on
I’ll
rely on
no one
And
make
my own
bloody
luck
I wander
off the
beaten
track
Mulling
it over
in my
mind
I dream
about
what’s yet
to come
And
lament
what I’ve
left behind
I can’t
change
the time
on the
ovenIt’s just
one more
thing
I have
discoveredSince
you’ve
gone
In
some
ways
losing
myself
has
been
harder
than
losing
you
I walked
past you
todayAnd didn’t
even turn
my headI just
sauntered
on byAnd felt
nothing
instead
They say
you can
never go
home
againAnd I’m
starting
to believe
that’s
trueFor all
that resides
here now
is a world
of painAnd
far too
many
memories
of you
Don’t
expect
me to
be shockedOr to
go off
on one
half cockedFor I
know this
is where
it endsAnd why
we can
no longer
be friends
It’s a
jarring
thoughtFor us
to be
caughtHolding
hands with
each otherI would
be terribly
fraughtTo think
of him
distraughtThat I was
now in love
with another
I’m fine
by myself
without
all of
that
Just me
here
alone
in my
own flat
I don’t
need to
feel anyone
else’s
touch
As frankly
I never
really
liked it
much
My days
are sad
My nights
are lonely
Fuck knows
if I’ll ever
Only be
true to you
I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.I’m sorry.
Biting my nails
until they bleed,
doesn’t give me
the relief I need.
Scratching my skin
until it’s breaking,
doesn’t stop my
heart from aching.
When will it end,
this pain I’m feeling?
When does it stop,
when do I start healing?
I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.
But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.
When you died,
My world stopped turning.
When you took your last breath,
My life became meaningless.
As the ongoing battle towards my own death continues,
I’m numb to everything and everyone.
I trudge along…
Feigning my interest,
Forging my desire,
Faking my love.
I laughed today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
I cried today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
As I soldier on,
as best I can,
the simultaneous existence
of conflicting emotions,
slowly kills me.
The days march on,
But I trail behind.
Out of step,
Out of place,
Out of time.