This depression
has been worming
a while.
Itching for pus to burst,
A bad time.
Blood curdling.
I've had more fun¦.
Well I've always had more fun than this.
Every song that I've heard.
Every smile that I saw,
has stabbed me.
Every crack in the pavement,
has swallowed me.
Every comic has made me cry.
I wobbled and I wilted.
I drank, smoke-jilted.
To sleep.
A friend that I loved,
has left me.
Stalking her,
for nothing but care.
I'm a shake and bake.
A bellyache.
For them all.
I'm just a boy,
under the duvet.
Waking earlier,
by the day.
A muffled tear.
and a radio
for company.
I can still dance though.