If
someone
told me
then
How all
this
would
end
I’d pack
a bag
and run
away
And not
even
bother
to pretend
Hidden Harm
I killed
myself
today,
you knowAnd
no one
noticed
a thingFor
everyone
was far
too busyTo
care
about my
suffering
Around The Corner
It’s
true
that
life
is
shortBut
for
some
it’s
shorter
stillThey
never
even
see
it
comingLet
alone
have
made
a
will
Let Me Go
Please
just
walk
away
And
take
yourself
off home
I
don’t
want to
talk
I
want
to be
alone
Wallowing
I
could
lie
here
and
fade
away
I’m
neither
here
nor
there
Not
that
I expect
you
would
notice
Or
that
you’d
even
care
Daddy Dearest
If
we
really
were
your
family
Then
why
the
fuck
did
you
leave?
There’s
no
point
crawling
back
here
now
Begging
for a
reprieve
The Wide Awake Club
As
the
sun
slowly
rises
What’s
the
point
in
going
to bed?
It’s
not
like
sleep
Gives
me
any
reprieve
From
the
voices
in my
head
A(pathetic)
What
is
wrong
with
you
He
said
Why
can’t
you
just
try
your
best?
I
honestly
don’t
know
She
said
It’s
an
illness,
I guess
One Week On
What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?Go on
then
please,
explainIt’s
your last
chance to
convince meTo
leave
the
house
again
Futile
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
Convince Me
If
life’s
a bitch
She
said
And
then
you
die
What’s
the
point
in
living?
It’s
for
those
moments
He
said
Inbetween
That’s
why we
keep on
giving
Group Therapy
I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful
But I
certainly
do not
What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales
When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?
K(not)
All
I can
say is
I live
in hope
That
one day
I will
tie that
rope
As
tightly
as I see
it in
my mind
And
all my
troubles
I’ll leave
behind
The Ultimate Blag
It’s
only
when
times
are
hard
You
realise
all this
is a
fucking
farce
Second Fiddle
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
Postponing The Inevitable
If time
isn’t on
our side
Then
what the
fuck is?
If it’s
all out
of our
hands
Then
what’s
the point
in this?
On Future Dates
I
know
that
I
agreed
to
this
But
now
I
am
quite
scared
What
if
I’m
late
to
meet
you
Or
my
ability
to
talk
is
impaired?
What
about
if
you
realise
When
you
look
at
me up
close
That
I
really
am
quite
old
and
tired
And
the
thought
of
kissing
me
is gross?
‘Can’t Stand (By) Me Now’
You say
that
you’ve
had
enough
Well I
ask you –
what
about
me?
Surely
you
won’t
leave me
to drown
In
this
sea
of
hypocrisy?
Resigned
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
The Trick Cyclist
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
Overdrawn
Another
dayAnother
dollarFuck
knows whyWe even
bother
Exasperation
If life’s
a bitch
And then
you die
Then what’s
the fucking
point
Just flip
the switch
Let out
a sigh
And roll
another
joint
Meaningless
I
really
do love you,
She
said,
I love
you with
all my heart.
But you
also love
tomato sauce,
He
said,
So is this
whole thing
just a farce?
(Un)Importance
Thoughts
run
through
my head
at pace
As I
question
the futility
of the
human race
Preferable
I’d
rather
sit and
tear
out my
own hair
Than
waste
another
moment
hoping
you’d care
Pointless Resolutions
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
Nothing
Nothing makes
me happy
Nothing makes
me smile
There’s nothing left
to look forward to
Nothing that
feels worthwhile
Let Down
Hope.
The
ultimate
disappointment.
Impasse
How
can
we
put
things
right?When
you
won’t
accept
you’re
wrong?
