Tears are transparent, you don't see them.
The cryptic crossword says:
"A type of break, usually had quite often."
I know it's lunch break.
But for me, it's heartbreak.
Maybe I should have a kit kat.
Another break to add to the eternal list.
Jet lag is nothing compared to this.
Loneliness takes so long to sink in.
You get used to someone for so long.
And then they simply leave.
And you realise when they're not there.
So you sit, you weep, and grieve.
The nutri-grain bar is untouched. The "oaty-richness" is
Pissing me off. I want to drown in the calories.
I couldn't care less what BBC news has to say.
Everything lies anyway.
Well, everything lies to me.
The nothingness pushes my chair over
And I end up on the floor.
I don't want to get up.
Not now.
Not ever.
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