That’s really amazing news
She said
I’m so very pleased for you
Now let’s just leave it there
She said
As you wouldn’t want the truth
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
That’s really amazing news
She said
I’m so very pleased for you
Now let’s just leave it there
She said
As you wouldn’t want the truth
I know that it must seem
She said
Like I’m arrogant and self centered
But that’s not it at all
She said
I just write how I feel uncensored
I don’t care
That you didn’t mean it
Or if just to deflect
You moved to attack
As now I know how you seethe
Underneath
And you can never take that back
With my head at rest
On the chopping block
I now think it best
That I start to talk
I didn’t tell you
All back then
So don’t think
That I’ll talk now
Just because
You’ve changed your tune
Doesn’t mean
You’ve won me round
If you should ever fall
He said
Then I’d be here to catch you
Well you’ll need pretty strong arms
She said
With legs to match them too
Save your cheers
Your whoops and applause
I don’t deserve it
I’m inherently flawed
And please don’t say
That’s why you love me
Because that’s even worse
Than just clapping would be
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
I’ll never have
The perfect body
I’ll always be
An imperfect soul
So to get through each day
Without further decay
That
Is the fucking goal
You’ll say
You didn’t mean it
And it was
An honest mistake
But you’re a shit actress,
Quite frankly
So I know exactly
Just what point
You were trying to make
No one cares
In the end
Not even family
Or your friends
You say that I am crazy
And always take things
To extremes
But I know full well
That you lie to me
Even in my dreams
I just don’t understand
He said
Why she would try to tear us apart
Because the cost of true love
She said
Is always someone else’s heart
If you knew
Anything about me
You’d know that shit
Isn’t my style
I’d say
To your face
That you’re a cunt
And not hide it
Behind a smile
Time to tell your truth
He said
To stand up and face the crowd
I’m not sure how I’ll cope
She said
Saying all this stuff out loud
“Life…has been unfaithful”
It was you
Who wanted this
Not me
You who were
Too blind
To see
That we could
Never make
Each other happy
Not while
My heart is chained
And yours
Runs free
The day
Is getting closer
The hour
Is drawing near
Will I find a way
My truth to say
Or will I simply cower
In fear
It’s looking like
We got it wrong again
Because of his persona
We missed their pain
And although, I’m sure,
He’ll issue his refrain
Any protest now
Must surely be in vain
The problem with me
Is you
I don’t think
You were hiding
But you just genuinely
Didn’t know
When I would ask
“How are you feeling”
About
The impending blow
It took me a while
To realise it
However, it seems,
I’m built for this shit
Some days
I feel ok
And how I present
Is true
But on other days
This deep malaise
Makes faking it
Too hard to do
Tongue tied
Dead inside
Lying
On my bed of nails
Forever lonely
Seeing true love only
In films
And fairy tales
Paranoia can be
Our best friend
As it often saves us
In the end
You think you get it
But you never could
Because at his bedside
You never stood
We need support
When traumatised
Not to be attacked
Or demonised
Something we wish
That you’d realise
When losing them
Leaves us paralysed
The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
Time’s tide
Is unforgiving
Not for the dead
But upon the living
Why are you so depressing
He said
Why are your words so dark
Because my life is fucking distressing
She said
And so, therefore’s, my art
If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
When we stood
Up there that day
And promised
We’d always be true
It seems all I proved
As our marriage concludes
Is that I’m a better liar
Than you
As you stand there
Wailing and weeping
Just be glad they’re all dead
And not just sleeping
Just
walk
away
And
don’t
look
back
(Self)
defence
really
is
The
best
form
of
attack
What was the worst thing
They asked
About watching him die
The hope
He’d get better
She replied
When it came
To us
Breaking up
She said
You weren’t
The only
Determinant
Our love
She said
Was temporary
But my grief
Is permanent
When I first started
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone
My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure
Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness
So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions
I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care
But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling
And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough
So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften
And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained
❤️
Neither of us
Can speak the truth
As both of us have
Too much to lose
In(sin)cerity
You claim
that
you
have
got it
rough
Well
on that
I call
bullshit
As I’m
the one
who’s
doing
it tough
You
fucking
hypocrite
(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)
Sometimes,
As a writer,
All that you can do
Is to drop
The flowery language
And just tell
The fucking truth
In Memoriam
There is nothing
Left to do
There isn’t anything
Else to say
I just really
Fucking miss him
Every single day
Xxx
(Originally Posted 25.02.2022)
You must start moving on
My friend
As it won’t be long
Until the end
And when you look back
You’ll rue the day
That you gave all
Of your time away
Overheard
All
you
do is
bitch
and
moan
And
I listen,
with
a sigh
For you
can’t
seem
to see
what
I do
That’s
your
life,
passing
you by
(Originally Posted 20.02.2020)
I know I’d suggested
Greeting cards
But as I see the humour in this
Perhaps I’d be more suited
To writing less convoluted
Patient information leaflets
The Human Rattle
Take
these
pills
To
cure
your
ills
And
mend
your
broken
heart
They’ll
give
you
chills
And
delay
your
thrills
But at
least
it’ll
be a
start
(Originally Posted 18.02.2020)
I took the fact
He listened
As you sending me
A sign
So wherever you are
I hope you know
Your best friend
Is now mine
Xxx
The Soirée
It
was
exactly
One
year
ago
That
we all
sat in
that
tent
But
there
was
only
one
Who
truly
heard
My
broken
hearted
lament
From
that
day
We’ve
kept
in touch
Forging a
connection
of our
own
And
that’s
because
You
chose
us
To
reap
what
you
had
sown
(Originally Posted 16.02.2020)
It’s not that I’m inconsiderate
Or incapable of being kind
But when I’m surrounded by idiots
I just have to speak my mind
Never A Truer Word (Unspoken)
“If you haven’t got anything nice to say,
Don’t say anything at all.”
*Silence*
(Originally Posted 15.02.2020)
The urge to bow out
With a bang
Has been never fucking ending
So let’s wait and see
Whether, tomorrow, said spree
Will be a killing or spending
The Spree
I’m
leaving
first
thing
in the
morning
And I’m
unsure
if I’ll
return
For I
have
so
many
scores
to settle
And a
shitload
of bridges
to burn
(Originally Posted 11.02.2020)
“You cannot stir things apart”
– Thomasina
It’s not that I have
A heart of stone
I just don’t have one
At all…
The Driest Of Wells
Sometimes I wish
That I cared
About everything
You said
But as I have
Already declared
I’ve no tears left
To shed
(Originally Posted 09.02.2021)
It’s too long a story
To explain why
But I’ll stand by this
Until the day I die
Toxic
Blood
isn’t
thicker
Than
happiness
(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)
‘“In my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.”
– Ragnar
We put so much faith
In the words we use
When they’re so open
To misinterpretation
We quite often think
We all mean the same thing
When it’s actually just down
To perception
Meaningless
I
really
do love
you
She
said
I love
you
with
all my
heart
But
you
also
love
tomato
sauce
He
said
So
this
whole
thing’s
just a
farce
(Originally Posted 02.02.2020)
If we speak to them
With smiles on our faces
There’s no chance we’ll get back
Into their good graces
We need to show them
Our regrets are huge
Even if that’s only
Half of the truth
Remorse
As we
return
to face
the music
Remember,
this is
no time
for hubris
(Originally Posted 31.01.2020)
Most days I do
Enjoy my work
And I welcome
The distraction
But as time goes by
It’s getting harder to try
And fake a positive reaction
(Anti) Social Work
I
think
I would
be
So
much
more
forgiving
If
I didn’t
have
To
work
for a
living
(Originally Posted 30.01.2020)
At least you
Can look away
When the misery
Ensues
But these aren’t just
Words to me
They are actually
My issues
Well, You Asked…
Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable
Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable
(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)
“People say they love you, but what they mean is they love how loving you makes them feel about themselves”
– Eli
I don’t often achieve perfection
But I think this is pretty much it
A healthy dose
Of what I feel the most
With just a little rapier-like wit
The Queen Bee
Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
(Originally Posted 26.01.2021)
And when you’ve had
Your own itch scratched
I’ll be left there alone
Lying in the wet patch
Lies Men Tell
Just
close
your
eyes
and
count
to ten
I’ll
take
you to
heaven
and
back
again
(Originally Posted 25.01.2020)
Washing your hands
Checking the locks
Labelling your cans
Sorting your socks
You call them all
Your ‘OCD’
But you’ve got no idea
What it really means
All The 8’s
And so it begins
The incessant counting
The overthinking
The fear mounting
That impending doom
Will certainly strike
If I do not get
This pattern right
(Originally Posted 25.01.2021)
“Watering down your pain so others feel less guilty is not being the ‘bigger person’.
It’s suppression. And it’s wrong.”
– Anon
You have to accept
When you eat your friends
That they’re pretty adept
At taking revenge
The Dodgy Prawn
Sweating again
And feeling sick
All because of you
You little prick
(Originally Posted 16.01.2020)
Obviously I’m speaking
Metaphorically, of course
I wouldn’t want to hurt you
With any kind of violent force
But I don’t want to come to your party
I’ve no interest in being your friend
I just hoped you’d realise
That you’re so thouroughly despised
I never want to see you again
RSV P(iss Off)
What are you
inviting me for?
After all
this time
I was sure you
had eradicated me
From the
family line
Well, let me save
you the bother
I wouldn’t even
want to come
Not unless I’d
get two free shots
With a fucking
sawn off shot gun
(Originally Posted 15.01.2020)
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