The problem with me
Is you
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The problem with me
Is you
No matter what
Problem you have
Or whatever the issue
May be
There isn’t anything
That can’t be fixed
By an old fashioned
Cup of tea
Sacrilege
I didn’t think
There was anything else
You could do to anger me
But then you go
And confront me with
A fucking awful cup of tea
(Originally Posted 27.05.2021)
Why don’t you just come over
He said
Sit with us and have some fun
I’d rather drink alone
She said
When all is said and done
You say living is easy
She said
But that’s simply not true
You’ve clearly never suffered
She said
Or had bad things happen to you
–
You think you’ve had it tough
He said
And everyone else is irrelevant
Well, we all have our issues
He said
You’re not that fucking different
To not know
Who to trust
Certainly fucking hurts
But to be unsure
Of ones own self
Is infinitely worse
Why think about what hurt you
When you can drink about it
Instead
To
help me
through
this
misery
Perhaps
I’ll
make
a drink
That
is what
they
say,
isn’t it?
A cup
of tea
solves
everything?
Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.
If this is all there is,
then who are you
to tell me no?
You have no idea,
how hard this is
so please, just let me go.
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.