Maybe I should always save the last words for myself instead of ‘just one more’

Nobody either gave a shit or read or replied about yesterdays words and two fucking years without slicing my own arm or burning myself and no one said anything.

Lordy I do a gig and everyone is there watching and digging it and it makes it all cool and I’m fine but,

do people not read these things or is it so far out of their zone that they don’t know what to say or, I don’t know.

I adore the fuck out of everyone’s love of me happy side but, I wish a bit of that could spill over into the not saying anything when my head is bad.

Give up booze or fags and people say well done on every anniversary. You give up the knife and nobody gives a shit because I guess it’s shit they can’t deal with or understand.

I don’t know how people see it or anything but, maybe I’m the only one who can ever be proud of me because nobody else understands or cares enough.

Sandy or Ellie are probably the only ones who have ever really cared about the deeper parts of me, our kid obvs doesn’t count.