Who am I now?
What should I do?
Why am I still here?
When I could be with you?
Xxx
Passive
Who knows
And, quite frankly,
Who cares
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‘What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I’m someone I don’t want around..?’
Vanished
With no idea what this shit means
I’ve fallen apart at the seams
Hidden behind these opaque screens
I only exist now in my dreams
Light Years Away
If
we
are
all
supposed
to be
stars
Why
do
some
shine
brighter
than
others?
(Lack Of) Divine Intervention
You
calledMy
LordBut
didn’t
waitFor
the
answerI
was
appalledMy
LordTo
find
youSuch
a chancer
A Genuine Request
I post here twice a day
Not knowing who will read
Is anyone even interested?
Do my words fulfill a need?
Is there humour in my blog?
Or do you just find it sad?
Do I come across as normal?
Or do you think I’m mad?
I’m interested in what you think
I’d really love to know
So without fear of recrimination
Please comment your thoughts below
Magnets
What
holds us
togetherIs a
deep
connectionThat
need
neverBe
in
questionBut
whether
or notIt’s
love
or hateIs very
much
stillUp
for
debate
The(ir) Split
It’s
not
about
what
she
didOr
what
he did
either
to be
fairIt’s
about
how
it has
made
me feelFor
the
rest
I could
not
care
Q&A
You ask
What
I left
Behind
Nothing
I answer
Just
My mind
Torn
How will you know
She said
If it’s her or me?
I have no idea
He said
Confusedly
The Sage
Tell me
how
you do
it
She
said
How
do you
stay so
strong
I
don’t
really
know
He
said
I make
it up
as
I go
along
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
Does My Bum Look Big In This?
If
I ask
you a
question
She
said
Do you
promise
to tell
the truth?
Yes
He
lied
The Hardest Question Of All
If
it’s
not you
And
it’s
not me
Then who
the fuck
else
Is it
supposed
to be?
End Credits
Is that
it now
She
said
Can we
go back?
As I want
nothing more
But to fade
to black
Male Bosses
If
your
decision
is already
made
Why
are
you
asking
me?
Just
take
your
patronising
questions
And stay
the fuck
away
from
me
Compulsory Appointments
I’ll
see
you
nowRoom
number
threeSo,
what’s
the
matterDon’t
fucking
ask me!
R.I.P Fucks Given
Sometimes
I wonderIs everything
my fault?And then
I rememberI actually don’t
give a fuck
Selfish
I suppose
I should
have
askedIf you
really
were
okBefore
I put our
friendship
on blastAnd
again as
I walked
away
