All that
Effort
All that
Stress
And still
You looked
Like a hot
Fucking mess
But whether
They noticed
Your distress
Or even
Cared
Is anyone’s
Guess
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
All that
Effort
All that
Stress
And still
You looked
Like a hot
Fucking mess
But whether
They noticed
Your distress
Or even
Cared
Is anyone’s
Guess
I’m glad that I
Went out tonight
And had myself
A jolly old time
I know it didn’t
Set alight
Your social life
But it certainly
Fired up mine
It's like now
He's gone
We're missing
The glue
And the bond
Is broken
Between me
And you
I’ve found if you socialise enough
Sometimes, it actually works
Then it’s only when
You’re alone again
That it really fucking hurts
It’s brilliant that you came
She said
Now just relax
And enjoy yourself
Oh, I’ll certainly try
She said
Knowing she’d be out of there
By twelve
It’s never as bad
As you think it’ll be
All sitting around
The Christmas tree
As long as you have
A beer, or two
To dull the pain
And see you through
I really am
Very sorry
I did not mean
To offend
But to look
Interested
In what you
Had suggested
I couldn’t be bothered
To pretend
Not everyone finds it easy
To go out and be social
Some of us need
A little time to breathe
While considering
Such a proposal
Leave Me Alone
Although the walls
Are closing in
I have no desire
To leave
I don’t understand
Why you find that
So fucking hard
To believe
(Originally Posted 11.01.2021)
It is all
Well and good
Spending time
With old friends
Yet it’s always me
Who leaves emptily
When the night
Inevitably ends
Catching Up
It
was
so
good
to see
you
But
now
I’m
glad
you’ve
gone
You
remind
me too
much of
my life
before
And
what
has
since
gone
wrong
(Originally Posted 21.11.2019)
Maybe I could see a friend
Or give them a call instead
It must be better than wrestling
With these demons in my head
Hi,
Sorry I’m late.
I didn’t want to come
And I already want to go home.
Where’s the booze..?
(Originally Posted 19.04.2019)
Afternoon:
Drink
your
tea
Eat
your
food
Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood
Come
out
tonight
Have
some
fun
For
our
time
has
only
just
begun
Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight
As I
really
can’t
be
arsed
Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright
And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse
I
really
should
just stop
now
I am
totally
out of
control
It seems
I have
well and
truly
fallen
Down the
proverbial
rabbit
hole
I’m
going out
tonightTo
remind
myself
to liveI’m also
hoping to
forgetWhat I
know
I can’t
forgive
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
I really
can’t be
arsed
I’d rather
just stay
in bed
I’m not in
the mood for
such jollity
Preferring
melancholy,
as I do, instead
Bloody hell
My head is sore
I shouldn’t have stayed
For ‘just one more’
For the third night in a row there are people having a party, somewhere, along my street.
I can hear them talking and laughing in their garden.
I can smell their cigarette smoke through my open window.
I can hear the rattle of beer bottles as they are thrown into the recycle bin.
Music blares away until the early hours.
I’m so jealous sitting here, miserable and alone, night after night.
I mean, I can be fun too you know.
Well, kind of.