I write poems that
sound like suicide notes
I think I need help

All I want is to sit and read,
But work is a must as money's a need,
And when lunch time rolls around,
I think 5 minutes I have found,
Until my father I do see,
And so he comes and sits with me,
About many things we talk,
Until back to work I must walk,
Sadly at the novel I look,
I just want to read my book.

I think of all the friends I have lost
and all the roads I could have crossed
and sigh an unforgiving sigh
at all the times I should have cried
and laughed and danced, shouted and sang
but that is not who I am
I'm sorry to those who I have hurt
Who consider me no more than dirt
but if I did it all again
I wouldn't change many things
I know what I want and who I am
I'm trying to be my own man
Yes, I'm sorry. I feel remorse
but not enough to change my course
You are you and I am me
and that is who I need to be

When I was a kid I had just one dream
To be Darth Vader and mess up the space scene
And by 21 I thought I'd be rich or dead
Turns out I just sell jumpers instead
And on occasion I get contemplative
And the only chance I get to be creative
Is when I write poorly thought out rhyme
In my 15 minutes of break time
And I need to laugh more and do less crying
But that's alright because I'm still trying
to be happy and make others feel the same way
So I hope my poem brightens up your day

No ******* chance mate
I’m not gonna talk to you
I pity you mate
Because no one here is helping you

I’m not gonna talk
This is way too deep for me
Because no one here is helping you
Everyone needs help

This is way too deep for me
Someone tells all
Everyone needs help
There’s a time and a place for that

Someone tells all
Not me mate
There’s a time and a place for that
Not here, not now

Not me mate
Not a word
Not here, not now
No one wants to talk

Not a word
Just keep trying mate
No one wants to talk
When someone does speak it’s all about them

I pity you mate
No one wants to talk
When someone does speak it’s all about them
No ******* chance mate!

My doggy was a good boy
he didn’t whine or moan
and if he was extremely good
we’d give him a chew bone

My doggy was a good boy
but he got very sick
I didn’t even know Dogs
could be epileptic

My doggy was a good boy
but he often threw a fit
he’d writhe and shake and bounce
and even got the *****

My doggy was a good boy
he took his pills with grace
he didn’t scratch, or claw, or bite
or spit them in your face

My doggy was a good boy
but his pills didn’t work
so he threw more & more fits
and often got hurt

My doggy was a good boy
so why did he have to go?
I miss my good boy doggy
He was called Shadow.

I am just a toy, just here for her fun,
Slightly newer, slightly younger than all the other ones,
I sit on the low shelf easy to reach, easy to play with,
Yet I'm too new, too shiny to be considered a favourite,
Yet all the others lie slightly out of reach,
Too far away so she settles for me,
For now I enjoy it, just here for her fun,
But when the others are moved I'll soon be forgotten,
And I'll just be something she used to play with for a while,
And I'll sit in the corner with my painted smile,
Waiting for the time when she wants to play,
But she looks at me and says "not today".

The most painful scar
To ever endure
Is one that’s not yours

My first a needle
Scratching at my skin
My second, third, fourth

Were all much the same
These Scars were all mine
My folly, my crime

In time I lost count
In time I covered
Each one in black ink

Not to cover them
From my own shame but to
Cover them for her

The greatest scar I
Bear is the one I
Gave to my mother