You let yourself in, To escape from all the corrupt things that where happening, And I took you in, I was listening, Without questioning the invitation I never sent. And I was careless because I was young and just wanted to be in love. That was my weakness. There was no confess no apology, And … Continue reading I never invited you. You let yourself in.
I've been experiencing some real life situations, Coming to harsh realisations, No answers given by people, And driven by this feeling that's given, Constant absence and low mood, In a world of my own. You can say my name but it doesnt belong, I have no idea what's been going on, And at last I … Continue reading Low mood.
Remember memories are in the past. The past cannot hurt you. Sharing for enjoyment. Sharing to self soothe. Sharing to entertain. Remember it's part of getting rid of brain junk. Remember it's just a story. Remember you are still you at the end of this journey. Not everyone will agree or like. You dont owe … Continue reading Remember
For the best part things seemed to be bubbling over for me mentally. In reflection Summer greated us with tremendous thunder storms. I remember you texting me one evening when you went round the corner to play warhammer games with a friend. The lightening was so bright and the thunder was a beautiful drumming sound … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 23- theres always rain after a storm.
Someone I thought I knew, Looked and sounded the same as you, Someone I thought I knew, even had the same hair type too, I turn my head I shake, I shake, I call out your name by mistake, These illusions, causing confusing, Someone I thought I knew. Looked and sounded just like you.
Dear, Theres no point writing your name because I know now for sure. I mean if I wrote your name it would surely just cause problems and people wouldnt understand. I've decided that maybe it is time again to resubmit back into the lettersyoullneversee. I started writing letters and poems in 2015, after almost 5 … Continue reading Letters you’ll never see 28th October 2019
Everything's fucked up, I mean look at the fucking government! Who the fuck had the authority, To call me up and question me, Why I write poetry ? Why I write poetry ? Who the fuck. I haven't been honest with myself, I mean look at the state of my house, I couldn't afford draws, … Continue reading I haven’t been honest with myself
2nd of August 2015 'the guitar' Dear ......... Hey, its been a long week and I've not really seen anyone for a long time. Mark is always at work he's been staying on till 4, 5am in the morning. This is causing a lot of issues between us. I'm about 85% sure that his work … Continue reading Letter 2 ‘the guitar’