Wine

 A pint of wine by my bed

To help me sleep. 

I bit even going to bother brushing my teeth 

Thinking of texting girls 

I haven't spoke 

To and should leave be. 

Oh woe is me, 

But then again I've got alot. 

So maybe I should just wise up. 

Half a bottle down and I've bearly ate. 

Everyday I just want to numb and forget. 

Ghost

 I see old ghosts at the bottom of the bed

Trying to melt your head. 

They dance and shake the bed. 

And disagree. 

Make you think of things 

You should let be. 

Try to keep you awake, 

Won't let you sleep. 

You feel their boney fingers 

As they talk aloud. 

Trying to drown you in doubt. 

Whispering secrets, 

You can't quite hear. 

And wanting you to hold on

To things that you used to

Cut yourself with.

Things that hold you back. 

Those old ghosts 

Are the worse craic. 

Nothing

 I respect you and your madness,

As I sniff another line of sadness. 

I'm past licking the bag. 

Could do with a cigarette 

Or something to make me feel alive. 

Someone who could make it all 

Make sense. 

Late night texts and bags. 

The endless endless of nothing. 

Maybe dream

 And you're tryna get atmosphere

Like she was here, but she's long gone

Like Rocky Balboa and Adrian

Tears drop while vou sip on your medicine. 

You'll sleep tonight son. 

No dreams, 

While you grind your teeth. 

Need to make peace. 

But the scar won't heal. 

And how do those memories feel? 

Odd one out, 

Alone, 

Feeling like your talking another language 

That noone knows. 

Scared to blow your nose. 

Those old ghosts

Still hunt ya. 

Mother who couldn't love herself, 

So how could she love you? 

A need to need someone, 

Who needs you. 

But love doesn't work 

It takes two. 

Hold on, 

To avoid drowning. 

Nothing else 

So hold it tight. 

It keeps you afloat. 

The thought that someone 

Could or might, 

Think your alright. 

That keeps your head 

Above water, 

A reason to keep up the fight. 

And maybe you might dream tonight.

The right path.

 I honestly don't know how this came to be. Or what it was lead to this moment. But I need to get help. I just don't know how. 

The nigh

 The night never starts 

when you're alone and know noone. 

 One more for the road 

Before I face the cold. 

 And every noise is too much, 

as every face reminds me of her, 

Asked do have any spare change? 

Do I pull rose petals from my pocket 

I was keeping for her 

to give to the homeless but they don't care.

Another day

 Point 4,

Verses my overdraft 

Credit card and more. 

The dogs fed and walked, 

Enough tea bags 

For me to ignore. 

My nose sore. 

My sleep isn't what it was. 

And my personality isn't what it 

Used to be. 

I can't find peace. 

Can't focus and watch TV. 

Can't be bothered, 

Can't find the joy in the simple things. 

So another point 4 

Just another day. 

The months blur 

And it seems just another day.