" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die

From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.

I wrote a letter to the younger me,
but could it find me?
it could not and I got a bill for the
return postage.

'I never said it was easy'
and I never said that either.

By the time this is all done
God's son will be on his
fourth reincarnation.

I'm dragging things out because
there's nowt else to do
and when you get old
you'll be dragging things out too,

sometimes it's like
Fraggle Rock
or Blackpool Rock
and sometimes
it's just
'the rock and roll of the tortured soul'
that gives me indigestion.

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted