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

Fathers

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,
explain

It’s
your last
chance to
convince me

To
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

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

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?

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?

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?

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

A Hollow Victory

I
suppose
that’s
the
end
of it

Now
all’s
been
said
and
done

I
hope
you
find
it was
worth it

Now
that
you
think
you’ve
won

Amnesia

All those years

I’ll never get back

Not that it matters

Now I’ve faded to black

What’s The Point?

It
feels
like
I’ll
never
laugh
again

As my
life
is so
full of
sorrow
and pain

Like
I’ll
no
longer
be able
to smile

And
that
nothing
I do will
ever be
worthwhile

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