Tuesday, 10 February 2026

No one cares

 How do you know if it's a cry for help.
You're up at half five,
When I haven't slept.
I had so much love,
I give it away to anyone.
Now no one cares that's gone.
I can't sleep.
The doctors don't care.
I sniffed so much my nose bleeds.
But nobody cares.
I'd sing a song,
But would you sing along?
I don't really feel
Like the meds are working.

Monday, 9 February 2026

You are right.

 Diving into the red,

A credit card that I can't pay.
Words I'm scared to say. 
I was too cruel for people to forget. 
I'm sorry I hurt you 
To the point you can't forgive. 
I destroyed everything, 
Made the good bad. 
An embarrassment.
Alone with my nose burning. 
Throwing money away. 
I can't face another day. 
I can't see another way. 
I owe more then I've got. 
And I've hurt too much. 
The phone never rings, 
But the birds have started singing again. 
I want to see you smile again. 
But I know that's not in a world I'm in. 
And the booze doesn't help. 
The endless endless
The vicious circle. 
The other thinking how 
I could of made it right. 
But I lost and letting go means 
You were right. 

Sunday, 8 February 2026

Sad for the meantime.

 Mad for sadness,
No one wants to see you win anyway. 
You hide the hurt, 
But it doesn't stop the pain. 
The antidepressants stop the tears. 
But if the wound doesn't bleed
It doesn't heal. 
Feeling like nothings real. 
Sure I'll text you later. 
Living life via others 
Facebook and insta. 
Spending money I don't have 
On things I don't need. 
But just two weeks, 
Til payday and I can start again. 

Saturday, 7 February 2026

Empty dance floor on the biggest night of your life.

 Lost in the moment,
Not scared, so the first to dance. 
You can't tell the future
By over thinking your past.
Chaos, madness and simple me.
You need to be tough,
But not too scared to be soft enough,
To let down your shield,
Take off your armor. 
Dancing in a field.
Handshakes, pats on the back, 
 hugs and smiles and future memories,
All as far as the eye can see.
So come on, 
Shake off the stress and dance with me.

Saturday, 24 January 2026

Mistake

 The highs the lows,
My runny nose, 
And the need to need someone 
Who needs me. 
The empty cider cans
By my bed on the night stand. 
2am, I'm a clown
And I won't sleep well
If at all, 
Tonight just another mistake
That I shouldn't of made, 
But then how I can I resist 
The clown in me. 
No dinner, 
Just lines, 
The runny nose of a clown. 
Tomorrow I'll feel down, 
But then I won't learn from this mistake. 

Sense

 I'm sorry.
I am pure chaos.
I part know how I became this. 
But not what came with it. 
The dislike and hate. 
The anger. 
I don't know why it follows me. 
I can't understand it. 
It makes no sense. 

Out too late

 Bags and beers,
We're self medicating over here. 
Over did the late nights, 
Waiting for the off lience to open. 
Fake smiles, 
Stereo nazi, 
Play my mix. 
Infact na forget it. 
We don't care for Monday, 
We hate the 9 to 5.
We take anything just to feel alive. 
But the late night burn us out. 
And there is only so much we can take. 
I should of got a taxi a long time ago. 
But I can't help the urge to stay
Out too late.