Archive for Depression

Lost Loves

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2010 by Jonny Voices

To every girl that’s left me in a bloodied drunken mess

And screaming on her doorstep outside of her address,

For every girl I’ve lost or had stole along the way

Made my sins repentable and my soul a shade of grey,

I apologise as might I may but I will not forgive

The bitterness I showed you or any evil wish,

I see I may have been too intense for you that time

Though after years of tears I still believe no crime,

Although my blood still flows like it will until I die

It flows with extra pain from every time you made me cry,

Although my voice is hoarse and battered by the strains

Every uttered word for every girl remains,

I couldn’t know your reason in abandoning my life

Or scarring every night I sleep with your mental knife,

I will not psychoanalyse my need to stay with you

I only assume it something with a sick and morbid view,

And even though I’m such a different person than I was

Your face remains inside my tears simply because.

I couldn’t be the me I am with out the you you were,

I couldn’t be the he I am if you were not that her,

I wouldn’t be embittered or twisted with mistrust

If you never left me with that look of pure disgust,

So when I’m stalking you or I refuse to let you go,

You made me this monster and now you fucking know.

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Am I Angry?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Am I angry about anything?

You fucking bet

Encroaching on your liberties

Or oppression in Tibet,

Smarmy politicians

Lying to your face

Denial of all other life

Living out in space,

The stigma of all binge drinkers

Bankers, think tank thinkers

War, recession, copious tax

Talk of job and pay cut backs,

Job markets and depressing views

Also “Party political news”

Maniacal malaise, misconduct

No small wonder we feel fucked,

Hoodies, chavs and petty crime

Judges, murderers who do no time,

And the biggest crims we see walk free

As Mandy fucks university,

Hours I waste and the hours I wont

Weeks I sleep and the months I don’t,

Metaphors for my bleeding heart

Whores and lovers worlds apart,

Religion, power, money and greed

Taxation on the legal weed,

The cost of fuel, the price of living

Fuck you if I’m unforgiving,

I’ll take my chance and I’ll say it proud,

Fuck you cunt and your fucking crowd.