I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
Careful What You Wish For
I never thought
I had a heart
Until it broke
In two
Two Cents Worth
It will get better with time
They lied
Before my tears
Had even dried
Even My Tissues Have Issues
Will there ever come a day
When I won’t feel so sad
What the hell did I do
That was so fucking bad
All I ever wanted
Was to live a life free from pain
And yet it seems I am destined
To walk forever in the rain
How Long Has It Been Now?
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
The Inner Turmoil
Always
laughing
and
joking
Smiling
on
the
outside
While
all the
time I'm
choking
On the
emotions
I'm trying
to hide
I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?
I can look at your photo
I can whisper your name
I can press your shirt
Against my face
But nothing feels the same
I’m Not A Little Girl Anymore
Touch me again
And I’ll break your arm
For I’m older and stronger now
You can’t do me any more harm
My Lips Are Sealed
Don’t you worry
I will never tell
How much you hurt me
And put me through hell
But not to keep
Your good name intact
But more to ensure
You never come back
In My Shoes
Bitter
and
twistedYes,
that’s
meBut
live
my
lifeFor a
minute
or twoAnd so
would
you
fucking
be
Fancily Dressed
I’ve
often
been
trickedIn
my
lifeBut
rarely
ever
been
treatedSo
it
shouldn’t
beAny
wonder
reallyWhy
I always
sound so
defeated
Old News
Some
people
may
have
alreadyBut
I can
never
forgetFor
even
after
all
this
timeI’m
still
fucked
in the
head
Vital Signs
Surrounded
by death is
particularly
unpleasantEspecially
as not
everyone
makes it
to heaven
It’s Always Worse In The Dark
I’m
crying
again
In
the
kitchen
Hot
salty
tears
itching
as
they
fall
All too
readily
from
my
face
As I
remember
what
I’ve
lost
And
who
I can’t
replace
Handover
You’ll
never
copeShe
saidWhen
this
happens
to youI
knowHe
saidI’m
dreading
it too
One Week On
What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?Go on
then
please,
explainIt’s
your last
chance to
convince meTo
leave
the
house
again
Found
Hearing
how
sad
you
would
be
Doesn’t
make
me
change
my
mind
All
it
does
is
remind
me
to
choose
A
method
that
is
kind
HeadRoom
I
did
not
realise
That
space
in my
head
Would
still be
filled
by you
Even
though
you’re
dead
Overpowered
It’s
not
only
my
heart
that
bleeds
As
you
take
care
of
your
own
needs
Their Last Day
It is
still
fucking
horrific
Even
though
it is
expected
Nothing
ever
prepares
you
For
feeling
that
dejected
Flashback
The
figure
creeps
around
outside
As I
watch
the
darkness
descend
I lie
there
rigid,
fraught
with fear
As
I know
how this
will
end
