Dodging bullets
Since 1980
And showing no signs of stopping
The Loaded Gun
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the gun
And trudge through yet another day.
(Originally Posted 16.04.2019)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Dodging bullets
Since 1980
And showing no signs of stopping
The Loaded Gun
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the gun
And trudge through yet another day.
(Originally Posted 16.04.2019)
It must be
The child in me
That tests people like I do
But if you could see
What happened to me
Then you’d be wary of people too
Friendship
Every time I make you laugh another part of me dies inside.
For you can never be the one to whom I can confide.
It’s my own fault, I know too well, as I should not try to pretend.
But if you could see past my facade, you’d make a cracking friend.
(Originally Posted 02.04.2019)
I remember the inspiration
For this one
It was based on
A session I’d had
With a particularly
Shitty therapist
Back when I
Was clinically mad
He said my struggles
Were my own fault
And to get better
I ‘must try harder’
Yet I was the one
Who apologised to him
Like I was forced to
With my father
I’ve realised since
That I’d been conditioned
To seek out
The approval of men
To say sorry
For my shortcomings
To promise never
To do it again
But I
Am getting older now
And I can feel
The strength in myself
So all those men
Who have fucked me over
Can go and rot
In hell
Must Try Harder
You must try harder, he says
Harder to smile
Harder to laugh
Harder to forgive
Harder to forget
Harder to live again
Harder to love again
You must try harder, he says
I can’t, she whispers
I’m sorry
(Originally Posted 24.03.2019)
“No one else is carrying the aftermath trauma you have endured inside their body. They are not paying the concequences. They are not managing the recovery.
Therefore their opinions are secondary to any and all things that help you heal.”
– Nate Postlethwait via @mindful_tom
And so to yet
Another day
Resisting
The urge to cry
In a body
That is fighting
Hard to survive
But with a mind
That wants to die
The girl you knew is gone
She said
Killed by love itself
You don’t need to tell me
He said
For I dug her grave myself
It was you who made things difficult
It was you who made things worse
You who added injury to insult
It was you who left me cursed
It was you who made me doubt myself
It was you who made me cry
You who just pleased yourself
It was you who never asked why
But as for all that has followed
All that has now came to be
Every pill that I have swallowed
That’s on no one else but me
It was only
When I stopped
Keeping the peace
With those around me
That I finally
Found my peace
Within
I fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
Walking on eggshells all day
Faking smiles around a tree
I learned when I was five
Santa doesn’t deliver for free
That he prefers ‘good little girls’
And the one he favoured that year was me
As an adult I’ve tried to make it better
To erase him from my memory
But I still fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
– Carl Jung
They are all just scars,
Inked or otherwise.
4am
And my demons
Want revenge
Again
You were hurt
And so was I
Not that it’s a competition
But if it was
Then rest assured
You could never beat my position
I know
That you’re sorry
You’ve told me
A thousand times
It’s just
I don’t believe
That you regret
Your crimes
Home
All I want
Yet I can’t wait to leave
It’s the feel
The sizzle
The smell
The burn
The sweet release of everything
And owing nothing in return
Tell me all about your life
He said
And what has happened to you
You’ll need to give me a minute
She said
To think all this shit through
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
If only I could tell you
But you wouldn’t understand
I don’t know how to open up
Or even if I can
Sharing how I feel with you
Would be difficult at best
So I will just keep trudging on
With my cards close to my chest
Just keep on walking
He said
And don’t you ever come back
Just stop fucking talking
She said
You’ve already won this attack
Just think about
What I lost
On the day he died
Then ask yourself
If you were me
When would your tears subside?
I didn’t know it would hurt like this
He said
Or what I’d have to go through
There is no way of knowing
She said
Until it happens to you
I gave myself thanks
Yesterday
Not for having a father
But surviving one
Words don’t cut it
Anymore
So it’s back to the knives
Instead
I really thought
I was over this
But the trauma demon
Has to be fed
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
Call me your sweetheart again
She said
And I’ll punch you in the face
For you never earned that right
She said
In the first fucking place
I really tried to love you
He said
But I wasn’t good enough
It’s really not your fault
She said
My exterior is just too tough
I just cannot understand
He said
Why you have to be so combative
I’ve just been surviving for so long
She said
That I’ve forgotten how to live
In case you don’t come back
He said
You did really well today
Thank you very much
She said
But I don’t believe a word you say
Please
She said
Pay me no mind
And try not think of me unkind
For I am
She said
To madness inclined
And peace I can no longer find
You must be logged in to post a comment.