Second Hand DiaryA Poem by Simon WelshDear diary...
Waking up this early afternoon
I got nothing to say and nothing to do Everyone is irritating me but what can I say? I still wish I smoked so I could kill five minutes but hey, what difference would it make? I'll still be bored as Hell listening to you Play that broken record you have done for quite some time I wish I could blow up the outside world so I wouldn't hear your f*****g complaints again This morning I dealt with sleep paralysis I still have the skinned knees to prove it and I got no sympathy though I expected none But it's annoying me so much all the little things you take for granted seem to be the bane in my f*****g life Poets, artists, photographers No matter how much beauty we convey we're still ugly on the outside Some poor soul is complaining of being single though she'll turn down anyone with a heart to lend I find it so funny, it's actually depressing If I try I will only fail but I do so anyway maybe I'm a glutton for self punishment but least this time you have a front row seat © 2013 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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