"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It would not be
That unusual for me
To view my own mental health
As simply cliché
And to explain it away
As just feeling sorry for myself
The Gloom
Does it
follow me
Or do I
chase it
Either way
around
It’s still
pretty shit
(Originally Posted 30.10.2019)
If anyone asked
About my rhymes
I would most likely show them this
It’s an apt expression
Of my abject depression
And defines my blog’s premise
Innards
Like a
bird
Trapped
in it’s
cage
I sing
of love
and
lament
Bleeding
both
Introspective
rage
And
embittered
discontent
(Originally Posted 28.10.2020)
Another well meaning question
Asked way too expectantly
Answered without hesitation
Although far too respectfully
Tight Lipped
I am
not
trying
to be
mean
Or to
cause
yet
another
scene
So before
my fuse
is well
and truly
blown
Please
just piss
off and
leave me
alone
(Originally Posted 26.10.2019)
If I revealed
The truth about me
It would shatter the illusion
Now, I know you’d say
You wouldn’t care anyway
But I couldn’t deal with the conclusion
For Our Own Good
You never
see the
worst of
my illness
because
I hide it
from you
For you
to know
the truth
about me
would
completely
tear me
in two
So I’ll
paint
on a
smile and
pretend
that I’m
fine
For
doing so
protects
both
your
sanity
and mine
(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)
“People think that I’m sort of okay, you know, like I’m getting on with it. I’m snarky now and again and that this is the lapse – but it’s not. This is me all the time now.
Everything else is the fun, you know.
I’m not well, but I remember what it was like to be normal so I do an impression of that. But this is what I really am. And I want to be normal again. But I’m weak, you know.”
– Tony
Not a method I would choose
In reality
As I’d care about the driver
Far more than I ever could me
The Railway Line
I
shouldn’t
need to
tell you
again
You
must
already
know
I
don’t
want to
be here
anymore
Please
just
let me
go
(Originally Posted 20.10.2020)
All those little things
That you think matter
Mean literally nothing
When your heart is shattered
Flowers
You never
once
bought
me flowers
Which used
to make
me mad
Now I don’t
give a fuck
about any
of that stuff
I just
want you
back
(Originally Posted 20.10.2019)
2,995 posts
And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
She’s still out there
Or so I’ve heard
Badmouthing me
To her adoring herd
Never recounting her part
In what happened with us
Preferring, as ever, to throw me
Under the bus
Bitter
Tell all
the lies
about me
you like
Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite
But half
truths won’t
make people
like you
And they
certainly
don’t make
you right
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
If you’ve ever planned a funeral
Then I’m sure you’ll relate to this
It’s easy not to crack
When focused on the task
But when it’s done, you fall to shit
Keeping Busy
It’s been
a busy
few days
In
many
ways
But now all
my tasks are
completed
So with
nothing
left to do
I’ll soon
be thinking
of you
And how
I’ve been left
feeling cheated
(Originally Posted 17.10.2019)
‘So I’ve made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though it’s not the easy way
I guess I’ve always known
I’d say goodbye to love…’
We can all claim
To be considerate and kind
To look after each other
In both heart and mind
But what I have found
If the truth be told
Is that people only care
When you’re dead and cold
Harsh Truth
It can
be a
hard
lesson
to learn
When
you’re
at the
point of
no return
That
nobody
actually
gives
a shit
Whether
you decide
to stay
or
end it
(Originally Posted 12.10.2019)
I would be lying
If, after he lay dying,
I said I returned all of his medication
That I didn’t at least keep some
To peruse and choose from
In any future difficult situation
Well, in fact, I did
And with how many I hid
I could have force fed the nation
So, dead behind the eyes,
Full of prescribed pills and otherwise
I fulfilled each and every obligation
Acceptance
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
They
only
make it
so you
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
(Originally Posted 12.10.2019)
Maybe she’s born with it…
Or maybe she’s just clinically depressed…
Moods
Ups and downs,
Peaks and troughs,
But the darkness?
That never stops…
(Originally Posted 10.10.2019)
I will keep saying it
Until I am blue in the face
That I was effectively widowed
At thirty eight years old
Is an absolute fucking disgrace
Leaving
Now it’s
time
for me
leave
Please
don’t
make a
fuss
It’s not
the end
of the
world
It’s
just
the end
of us
(Originally Posted 08.10.2019)
What’s the point
In dressing it up
And trying to be all poetic
Telling the truth
However uncouth
Will forever be my aesthetic
Blunt
I
wish
you
were
here
with
me
But
instead
I’m
all
alone
If
only
you
would
write
a letter
Or
call
me on
the
phone
It
would be
wonderful
to FaceTime
Or
if
you
texted
me
instead
But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these
You
can’t
Because
you’re
dead
(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)
‘Y’all don’t wanna hear me, you just wanna dance…’
“Stop breaking yourself down into bite sized pieces to serve others. Stay whole and let them choke.”
– Anon
There,
she said,
I’ve
told my
truth
There
isn’t
any
more
Well
I am
glad
you
stayed,
he said,
As
that
wasn’t
boring
at all
Telling Tales
Why don’t
you stay
here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea
But
I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?
You’ve
got a tale
to tell,
he said,
and I
would
like to
hear
more
Well
you’ll
be sad
to find,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing
bore
(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)
I kow you’re out there
Selling your story
Accepting sympathy
Basking in glory
But remember I know
Those who dance to your tune
All know, deep down,
The truth about you
(Prick)ing At Your Conscience
Think
whatever
you
want
about
me
Speak
shit
to
whoever
will
listen
But
believe
me
when
I say
I
won’t
ever
rue
the
day
That
you
created
this
division
(Originally Posted 02.10.2020)
‘You are my new inspiration…
My muse
And I mean that not as a compliment’
“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.”
– Aldous Huxley
For Sale
Your house isn’t the problem.
You are.
(Originally Posted 30.09.2020)
I thought it was just me
Back then
But now I know I’m just one of many
Death affects everyone
As we all feel loss, innately
Only You
With my
heart
in my
mouth
And my
head
in my
hands
It saddens
me to realise
That no one
understands
(Originally Posted 28.09.2019)
I’ve been around
For far too long
To fall for your crocodile tears
So go try them out
On someone else
Before their patience also disappears
Waterfalls
Go on,
Keep crying.
It changes nothing.
(Originally Posted 27.09.2019)
It’s not my fault
If you’re offended
By what I say or how I say it
It isn’t my job
To hide the truth
It’s my responsibility to display it
Sugar Coating
Don’t
want
the
truth?
Then
don’t
ask
me.
I
will
not
lie,
To
protect
your
sanity.
(Originally Posted 25.09.2019)
Seriously
They said
Do you have to be so fucking dramatic
One day you will feel the same
She said
When you experience something as tragic
The Double Bed
It’s been so quiet
Since you left
All I hear
Is my own breath
As I lie here alone
And wait for death
(Originally Posted 25.09.2020)
It would’ve saved a lot of time
She said
Had I walked away long ago
Oh please don’t kid yourself
She said
You’d still have lived a life of woe
‘Should I Stay Or Should I Go’
If
someone
told me
then
How all
this
would
end
I’d pack
a bag
and run
away
And not
even
bother
to pretend
(Originally Posted 22.09.2020)
The title says it all
She said
There’s nothing else to know
Sometimes there’s no big mystery
She said
It is just my truth on show
Bleak As Fuck
I
told you
a lie
yesterday
I said
I felt better
and that
I’m okay
When the
actual truth
is I hope
and pray
That I
won’t live
another
day
(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)
I used to care
About the truth
That the world should know
About my abuse
But I’m a better person now
Than those liars and frauds
So I’ll happily stay quiet
About my in laws
The Silver Medal
This
was
hardly
a fair
fight
And
we
both
know
who
rightfully
won
Yet
I’ll
step
graciously
aside
for
you
As
one
day
the
truth
will
come
(Originally Posted 17.09.2020)
‘Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glist’ring grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.’
Henry VIII: Act II Scene III
When feelings
Are so intrinsic
Language
Is best kept simplistic
Random #19
It
just
fucking
hurts
(Originally Posted 14.09.2019)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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