Do
you
say
those
thingsTo
someone
elseNow
you
don’t
say
them
to me?Does
it
make
me
patheticMy
thoughts
so
freneticThat
these
things
still
bother
me?
The Coldest Of Plays
‘When
you
try
your
best
but
you
don’t
succeed…’
Just
fucking
give
it up
then
Please
Ruminating
Will
there be
someone
else
for me
Or
will
I forever
remain
bereft?
For
all I’ve
felt is
numb
you see
Ever
since
the day
you
left
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
What Is Said Vs The Truth
Goodbye,
See you later,
It’s such a shame
That you can’t stay.
Thank fuck you’re gone,
And now I’m alone,
As I never liked you
Anyway.
© Me
In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine
There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online
Catharsis
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching
Futile
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
Tinged With Sadness
In
amongst
all of
this
madnessHere
I stand
heart
tinged
with
sadness
You’re Too Kind
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
Precision
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
don’t want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
Stale Mate
As we lie here
My head spinning
I wonder which
One of us
Is winning
Slap And Tickle
I
have
tried to
move on
My
feelings
for you
to shelve
But
when
push
comes to
shove
I just
can’t
help
myself
Upon The Cross
How long
Must I wait
For salvation?
An Apathetic Author
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
Fear
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
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 Train Home
Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time
Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine
It
always
feels
like
such a
crime
When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine
Random #26
‘I think I’ve reached that point…’
