I’m unstable, but she could lose a haystack in a needle/ I don’t need you blowing your stack/ Blaming me for all the mess in the world/ Forget a house, you can’t clean one room/ It represents her mind, but I’m so tired... of this headspace/ I hate this place, it’s just making me feel even more sick/ Been packing your bags for five years, trying to force me into a guilt-trip/ You’re not never wrong, & I’m not always right/ We’re left with each other because no-one else gets it/ If you want an enemy, look in the mirror/ But you’ll have to clean it first, get rid of the dust & the cobwebs/ I’m only trying to help, even though you know that I can’t help myself/ Went from “do the right thing”, to “something”, to “anything at all”/ Crying ourselves to fake sleep, nervous wreckingballs in chains/ Desperate to break free, but just breaking down instead/ Destroying what we have, thinking about what you havenot/ What’s the point in getting cats when we’ve already ruined our kids’ lives?/ Two bi-polar parents prone to going to extremes/ Going to bed too late, then can’t get up in the mourning/ A wild wingless pegasus stained with dirt in a pigsty/ Sitting in a cell, phone in hand, jerking my tears off/ She’s a broken record, I’m pins & needles in her arms/ She wants to go to rehab, pushing too hard to pull me out/ I know exactly what it’s like, but prefer metaphors to similes/ We raise zombies that only say sorry when they’re hungry.../
15/07/2017.