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

No Sharps Please

The
cut
on
my
wrist

Has
now
healed

As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it

The
delicate
skin

Is
now
sealed

So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it

Again

Pros & Cons

Whatever
it is you
want
from me

I just
don’t
have it
to give

As I’m
focusing
all of my
attention

On
finding
reasons
to live

Legless

Play that song
one more time

She
said

And pour me
another drink

I want to
feel something

She
said

And I don’t want
to have to think

Down

I can’t
do anything
any more

All I do
is sit
and stare

Questioning
myself all
the time

Moaning
how life
isn’t fair

In truth
I actually
bore myself

So fuck
knows why
you care

Killing Time

Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?

Is it
ego?

Is it
pride?

Or is it
because
I need you
to prove

That I’m not
completely
dead
inside?

Dwelling

Pain helps, momentarily.

It provides a fleeting relief.

Then the numbness returns.

And living inside this emotionless abyss, continues.

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