As I sit here
Nursing a beer
Facing up
To the cold light of day
It is crystal clear
To me now, dear
You never loved me
Anyway
‘Rainy Days And Mondays’
I should really take
My own advice
And instead of all this droning
Pull myself together
Whatever the weather
And just stop fucking moaning
Worry Less
And
just
get
on
with
it
It’s
not
like
everyone
else
Isn’t
also
wading
through
shit
(Originally Posted 07.11.2020)
Pulling Myself Together
It would not be
That unusual for me
To view my own mental health
As simply cliché
And to explain it away
As just feeling sorry for myself
The Gloom
Does it
follow me
Or do I
chase it
Either way
around
It’s still
pretty shit
(Originally Posted 30.10.2019)
Tea, Milady?
You will feel much better
She said
After a drink and something to eat
There’s no point in feeding me up
She said
For I have accepted defeat
Little Miss Pitiful
Too busy to stop,
Too bored to stay.
Too broken to fight,
For yet another day.
(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)
It’s Getting Boring Now
Jesus.
I even depress myself sometimes,
So fuck knows how you feel.
Wallowing
I
could
lie
here
and
fade
away
I’m
neither
here
nor
there
Not
that
I expect
you
would
notice
Or
even
that
you’d
care
(Originally Posted 06.08.2020)
Tony
“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”
— Ojibwe saying
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
The Switch
Why
don’t
you
Swap
places
with me
Sink
to the
depths
That
I have
been
For
if you
suffered
The
way
I do
Perhaps
you’d
feel
The
same
way
too
Internal Monologue
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Just cheer up
you miserable cunt
Your wallowing
is excruciating
And your self
pity an affront
The Self Pity Party
So many nights I’ve cried,
Feeling dead inside,
Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.
I can’t help but discern,
Despite all your supposed care and concern,
That you haven’t even noticed.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 