What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
strongerBut
it
also
makes
me
sickSo
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arseYou
condescending
prick
No Consolation
There’s
no
point
in
cryingOver
spilt
milkGod
loves
you
for
tryingBlah
blah
blah
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
strongerBut
it
also
makes
me
sickSo
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arseYou
condescending
prick
There’s
no
point
in
cryingOver
spilt
milkGod
loves
you
for
tryingBlah
blah
blah