Any Advice?

How on earth do you cope

He asked

With all the loneliness

You don’t have any choice

She said

When you’ve got no one left

Cloth Ears

Why would you ask me

A question

If you don’t want to hear

What I say

It really is fucking

Annoying

That you feel you can treat me

This way

Raiding The Fridge

What the fuck

Are you still doing up

Don’t you know

It’s quarter past four?

Well of course I do

But it’s nothing new

To find I can’t sleep

Anymore

‘A New Hope’

I don’t want to go back, actually

My old normal kinda sucked

Whereas my life now

Doesn’t seem somehow

So irrevocably fucked

Shit Show

It 
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?

He
said

Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed

Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now

She
said

That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!

The Sage

Tell me
how
you do
it

She
said

How
do you
stay so
strong

I
don’t
really
know

He
said

I make
it up
as
I go
along

Convince Me

If
life’s
a bitch

She
said

And
then
you
die

What’s
the
point
in
living?

It’s
for
those
moments

He
said

Inbetween

That’s
why we
keep on
giving

Wondering Late At Night

Would I
have made
a different
choice

If I had
never
heard
your
voice?

Would I
live in a
different
place

If I had
never
seen
your
face?

Would your
death have
hurt me
this much

If I had
never
felt
your
touch?

Obvious

In a
different
time

At a
different
place

The
answer
would
stare
us

Right
in the
face

?

What did I do
to deserve this?

Why did this
happen to me?

Where will
I end up now?

Who is coming
to save me?

Mastermind

Please
answer
my
question

Instead
of
avoiding
it

And
try to
be
honest

Instead
of
this
bullshit

Help Me

I never used to be like this, she said,

I used to be brave.

What happened to you, he asked,

Why did you cave?

The world happened, she replied,

You wouldn’t understand.

Why don’t you try me, he implored,

As he reached for her hand.

How Are You?

It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.

It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.

It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.

It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.

It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.

It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.

No Idea

Stop asking me questions…

… When you are in no way prepared for the answers.

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