Solitude is…

Solitude is knowing that, however important people are to you, no matter how much you love them, no matter how much you need them, you don’t matter anywhere near as much to them.

Solitude is knowing that, when you are at your lowest, the people you rely on to lift your spirits and give you a reason to live will avoid you, or be too busy to prioritize you.

Solitude is knowing, that despite the pain it inflicts upon you, that you are just not that significant a part of your loved one’s lives.

Solitude is knowing you won’t be discovered until a strange smell emenates from your flat.

Somebody Gimme Some Good News

Every day I struggle out of bed
Every day is a throbbing in my head
Don’t condemn me for dulling the pain
When living with it drives me insane

All want is to be free
Of this tactical misery
But the blade of the enemy
is sharp in my back
I don’t wanna complain
But I’m under attack
I got the blues

Somebody gimme some good news

All I want is to live again
All I want is this life to end
Don’t you tell me I’m living it wrong
When I’m doing what I can just to stay strong

All want is to be free
Of this tactical misery
But the blade of the enemy
is sharp in my back
I don’t wanna complain
But I’m under attack
I got the blues

Somebody gimme some good news

What you see is what you is what you regret
What I won’t ever let you forget
Think of me every now and then
Think I’ll never trust you again

All I want is a little joy
All I want are my girls and boy
Don’t believe that my nightmare is real
But not all prisons are made of steel

All want is to be free
Of your tactical bullshittery
But the blade of the enemy
is deep in my back
I don’t wanna complain
But I’m under attack
I got the blues

Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good goddamn news

Every day I struggle out of bed
Every day is a throbbing in my head
Don’t condemn me for dulling the pain
When living with it drives me insane

What you see is what you is what you regret
What I won’t ever let you forget
Think of me every now and then
Think I’ll never trust you again

All want is to be free
Of your tactical bullshittery
But the blade of the enemy
is deep in my back
I don’t wanna complain
But I’m under attack
I got the blues

Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good news
Somebody gimme some good goddamn news

Author, Curmudgeon, Geek, Opinionated