I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
The older I get
The more I realise
I never wanted to be here
In the first place
In a world full of cubes,
I’m a dodecahedron.
Overly complicated.
Time will heal
Hearts can mend
Until then accept
This is the end
You
deserve
lessI
deserve
moreWe’re both
fucked either waySo let’s
call it a draw
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you had the guts to be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.
I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.
People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
The restlessness
has startedSleep is refusing
to advanceBody and soul
have departedHaving led me
a merry dance
I had to come back here,
How could I not?
Because it all started here,
On that night I’ve never forgot.
Xxx
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
I get headaches.
Crushing, pounding headaches.
Cannot finish cigarettes,
because of the headaches.
I'm always itching,
Skin crawling.
Can't stay in one position for too long,
as my bones ache.
Sickness burns in my stomach,
constantly queasy.
My sleep patterns are disturbed.
I have bruises on my arms and legs,
Lumps and bumps everywhere.
I feel dizzy all the time,
Stumbling when I walk.
I cannot concentrate my mind.
My own wheeze wakes me up.
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
But there's no way I can see a doctor.
I'm too scared for that.
They might just confirm I'm really ill,
after all...
Half laughing at some shit joke
Badly told by some prick you can't stand
One eye trained on the nearest exit
But too scared to take your hand
And run
The thing is
It was just so much easier
When I didn't care