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
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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
What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?Go on
then
please,
explainIt’s
your last
chance to
convince meTo
leave
the
house
again
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
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
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?
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
It’s
only
when
times
are
hard
You
realise
all this
is a
fucking
farce
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
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?
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?
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?
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
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
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?
Another
dayAnother
dollarFuck
knows whyWe even
bother
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
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?
Thoughts
run
through
my head
at pace
As I
question
the futility
of the
human race
I’d
rather
sit and
tear
out my
own hair
Than
waste
another
moment
hoping
you’d care
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 makes
me happy
Nothing makes
me smile
There’s nothing left
to look forward to
Nothing that
feels worthwhile
Hope.
The
ultimate
disappointment.
How
can
we
put
things
right?When
you
won’t
accept
you’re
wrong?
I
suppose
that’s
the
end
of itNow
all’s
been
said
and
doneI
hope
you
find
it was
worth itNow
that
you
think
you’ve
won
All those years
I’ll never get back
Not that it matters
Now I’ve faded to black
It
feels
like
I’ll
never
laugh
againAs my
life
is so
full of
sorrow
and painLike
I’ll
no
longer
be able
to smileAnd
that
nothing
I do will
ever be
worthwhile
I thought
talking
would make
it easierBut if
anything
it’s made
it worseIt seems
there’s
nothing
I can doTo rid
myself
of this
curse
Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.
Whatever it is you expect,
I don’t have it to give.As
Whatever it is you want,
I lost it long ago.
One day
You might be somebody’s something
He said
But today
I am nobody’s nothing
She said
One day
Somebody might love you
He said
But today
Nobody does
She said
If only I
could pair
beautiful
imagery with
my words,
lilting melody
to my song,
revelatory
meaning to
my poetry…
Perhaps it
wouldn’t
bore the
shit out
of you
as much
to read it,
as it
does me to
write it.