Saturday, 14 February 2026
It's okay, honest.
We're not dead yet,
Maybe just over did the good times
Til the music don't quite hit
The same.
The late nights and
Getting yer five a day,
3 for 90 sounds better to me.
Definitely dehydrated,
I over did the good times,
Til I can't sleep at night.
Nose is greedy,
I'm too needy,
Lest I never sold out.
You can lick the bag,
As long as I can lick the card.
Life is hard.
But I couldn't be.
I'll give away my love to everybody.
Love is all you need
Less then a point 4,
My head fried,
Life is a hell of a ride.
Alcohol not enough
Add cocaine and I still can't numb.
Forgot how to have fun.
Hard to talk when you are alone.
The dog only understands so much.
The empty bottles and negative debt
In my bank account.
With a promise I'll sort it next month.
Believing all I need
Is to find love.
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.
Sunday, 11 January 2026
Play my choon next.
The meds are near out,
Fegs down to who is an actual smoker
And can prove it,
Beers maybe enough to dial a drink come out.
Dead bodies,
And a table littered to the point
Of you should get a taxi and get out.
But you never let the finer details get in the way.
You are here to prove a point
And won't let anyone get in the way.
It's nit me it's you
Rack another line
We still have time.
As time itself doesn't exist.
It's just made up.
A trap.
Like the paper and coins,
The one way street.
The poor siding with the billionaire,
In hope their lottery ticket that them there.
But it won't.
And Monday will still be the same.
Hating each other,
Cause the rich man says.
But what about the immigrants?
The Indian grooming gangs?
Well what about is it 80%
Of pedos is the white man?
But what about housing for the veterans?
There aren't many veterans left.
But still sure what about our own?
It's funny how our own mean anything,
After all these years.
Cut backs and attack.
Have you watched the news?
Most politicians come from a financially stable background.
Not caring the price of milk.
Whole 80% of homeless are from care homes.
No one to help when it gets too much.
I over spent at Christmas but can get a lend off my mum.
One missed payment,
4 days off,
statuary sick pay doesn't cover what's owed.
Heat or eat when it's cold?
Counting pennies,
Embarrassed,
But you need to cover what you owe.
Your local pm doesn't speak your language.
Doesn't know how bad the damp is hard to manage.
Doesn't know how you survive by working two jobs,
Doesnt know how
Enough so tired,
You can't sleep.
Your brain wide awake.
And we all wish for a happy ending.
But maybe we need to stop pretending.
We are all one line away from no hope.
Thursday, 8 January 2026
Crappo the clown.
Cider and sleeping pills.
Just incase I can sleep tonight.
It's been a fight.
No tunnel with a light.
No end to the sad, bad and shit times.
Lost souls,
Take my hand,
I can save you from the current.
But I'm not strong enough.
Our fingers can't hold on,
As i lose everything I love.
My memories.
My close that died with out a goodbye.
As I chased my high.
Messages wrote with one eye.
Words are no use.
No excuse.
I'm just trying.
But is there any use?
The only thing that will make me feel like I would be good to be able to sleep as well
Numbing the pain
Drugs, alcohol and mostly cocaine.
Dealers know me by name.
Big dog you're the best customer
Your craic is mighty.
But truth is inside I'm dying.
The cocaine use to be for hiding.
But the mask falls,
One line and a tear falls.
Staring at empty rooms and pictureless walls
Hunting my own house.
Hunted by old ghosts.
The toss and turn as the drink wears off.
The bed is not comfortable.
Blood stains and tear drops on the pillow.
The doctor can't prescribe an antidote.
I'm lost, but not quite given up.
But how long can cocaine keep you up?
Sunday funday
Born slipping.
Wasn't long before I was introduced
To the dark and long,
Unfortunately weekends don't seem
To last too long.
Sunday,
The smell of regret.
Booze, feg smoke,
Rave and sweat.
20 missed calls,
11 texts.
You're ma is raging,
Your Sunday dinner's getting cold
And the gravy's been thrown out,
As a sign of the parental upset.
Pale faced,
Mouth dry.
Unsure if to give in and admit all.
Or give the dinner a try.
Sunday, 4 January 2026
Manage your account.
Save my number,
Save my number.
Mate I can't even save myself.
The antidepressants
don't seem to be helping my mental health.
I can't even speak up for myself.
The doctor says a walk and fresh air
But I think there is more then that.
As I lay unable to sleep or get any rest.
My minds a mess.
My everything is stress.
The pills prescribed don't touch the sides.
I know there is so much more
Then feeling less.
Then the tight feeling in my chest.
Happy days can't be far away.
Because I need to rest.
Late nights steal my best.
And I can't fight the feeling of doom.
Trying to get out of bed,
But there is no reason to.
You made your bed,
Now you lay in it.
Sure it's near 3 you'll get up soon.
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