Wednesdays Aren’t Much Better

I eat

I drink

I sleep

I breathe

But with

Very little else

Inbetween


I Fucking Hate Tuesdays

Trudging through this half a life

Really just subsisting

Knowing I’d be

Better off dead

Than merely just existing

(Originally Posted 22.02.2022)

Poorly Made

It’s not that I have

A heart of stone

I just don’t have one

At all…


The Driest Of Wells

Sometimes I wish

That I cared

About everything

You said

But as I have

Already declared

I’ve no tears left

To shed

(Originally Posted 09.02.2021)

Blunted

This new one

Is my favourite

Of all those pills

And potions

As it leaves me feeling

Numb inside

And just going

Through the motions


Regime #7

These
pills
have
stopped
working

They
are now
simply
a token

As
they
don’t
take away
the hurting

From a
heart
that’s
truly
broken

(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)

An Official Declaration

I guess I don’t feel

Like this anymore

But in that I can take no pride

As the only reason

I feel any different

Is because I’m now dead inside


What’s The Point?

It
feels
like
I will
never
laugh
again

As my
life
is so
full of
sorrow
and pain

Like
I will
no
longer
be able
to smile

And
that
nothing
I do will
ever be
worthwhile

(Originally Posted 01.11.2019)

Lowering Expectations

I’ve felt this way

For some time now

And yet I still plod on

Perhaps this is just

My normal now

And it’s hoping for more that’s wrong


Zestless

Finally
dropping
into
bed

Knowing
I couldn’t
have done
any more

There is
no point
in setting
an alarm

As
there’s
nothing
to wake
up for

(Originally Posted 24.10.2020)

It’s Different Now

Though it took a while

For me to smile

Still, it is artificial

Any feeling of mirth

For what it’s worth

Is purely superficial


Emotional Flux

The guilt
I feel
when
I smile

Consumes
my day
and night

Perhaps I
should
just wait
a while

Before
thinking
it’s alright

(Originally Posted 13.10.2019)

A Real Shitty Year

I probably did write this

On a Tuesday

Fuelled by coffee

And nicotine

But in truth

This could’ve been posted

On any given day

Back in twenty nineteen


Tuesday

I called in sick for work today.

My heart just couldn’t come out to play.

All I’ve done is lie in bed

Filled with thoughts of fear and dread.

With nausea consuming every movement,

My mood shows no sign of any improvement.

I hate existing like this.

Full of anger, self loathing and all that shit.

I wonder how much more emotion can I conceal

Before I decide to end it all for real

(Originally Posted 03.09.2019)

Autopilot

Grief doesn’t come with a manual

And neither, you’ll find, does life

So you just have to go on

Now they’re gone

And hope that you stay alive


NUMB

I
didn’t
think

It
would
be
like
this

Whatever
this
is

(Originally Posted 17.09.2019)

Q&A (cont)

Then you asked

If I got it back

Never

I replied

That was the day

When it all

Went black

And I was forever

Left dead inside


Q&A

You ask

What

I left

Behind

Nothing

I answer

Just

My mind

(Originally Posted 24.08.2020)

In The Aftermath

I don’t
know
what you
expected

You knew
something
inside me
had changed

It wasn’t
just your
advances
I rejected

It was
from
everyone
I abstained


Robotic

Take
that
look
off
your
face

You
can
hardly
be
surprised

You
know
my heart
cannot
race

And
I’m
dead
behind
the
eyes

(Originally Posted 04.08.2020)

Good Weekend?

So as

The tide

At work

To stem

Now I don’t

Even bother

Talking

To them


The Office

Momentory conversations

With temporary people

Sharing fleeting emotions

Providing non-permanent relief

(Originally Posted 09.07.2019)

Lacklustre

Let’s go have some fun

He said

Eat, drink and be merry

That’s nowhere near enough

She said

To persuade me to bite the cherry


One Week On

What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?

Go on
then
please,
explain

It’s
your last
chance to
convince me

To
leave
the
house
again

(Originally Posted 08.07.2020)

‘You Gave Me A Mountain’

I think that when

I wrote this one

I was trying

Not to be too mean

But believe you me

Nothing was easy

Back

In twenty nineteen


How Are You?

It’s easier to say I’m alright,

Rather then I’m anxious.

It’s easier to say I’m okay,

Rather than I’m outraged.

It’s easier to say I’m better,

Rather than I’m broken.

It’s easier to say I’m good,

Rather than I’m grieving.

It’s easier to say I’m well,

Rather than I’m wasted.

It’s easier to say I’m fine,

Rather than I’m fucked.

(Originally Posted 24.06.2019)

The Watershed

OK, perhaps not quite meaningless

But certainly everything changed

And though life now may be

Somewhat better for me

That numbness has definitely remained


All Surface, No Meaning

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.

(Originally Posted 18.04.2019)

Next (2)

Time stands still

As I lose the will

To say another word

Now I know the drill

I’ll take another pill

And accept I’ll go unheard

Namesake

Well that’s me back

In the doldrums again

Months of progress

Down the drain

I can no longer be bothered

With any motivation to find

For it’s clear now nothing will fix

This fragile mind of mine

Solo

Time flies

When you’re having fun

That’s why it’s still midnight

As I’m having none

Robotic

Take
that
look
off
your
face

You
can
hardly
be
surprised

You
know
my heart
cannot
race

And
I’m
dead
behind
the
eyes

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