Is there a large red neon sign on my head that says *SOUNDBOARD* ?
Are my ears shpaed in a large conical fashion that seems to pick up ANY minute sound within a 15km radius that MAY spell DEPRESSED?
Are you fucked up? Do you have any deeply embedded, life screwing issues that you just HAVE to natter on about for 15 hours straight?
Well come the fuck to me.
I'll listen. Hell I'll even fucking try to help you work through them. Not that you'll listen. Not that you'll appreciate ANYTHING that comes out of MY fucking mouth for what it's worth.
Oh no. YOU enjoy wallowing in your own self loathing and confusion. It's makes you happy. Did I say happy? Sorry, that's not in your vocabulary is it? And smiling just isn't one of your usual muscular activities is it?
NO. You'd just rather scowl and spill your problems in that pathetic way you do...TO ANYONE.
I'd sit and listen. I would. I did. I know now though. You didn't care it was me. You didn't care what I thought. I could have been fucking Bob Geldof's next door neighbour's FUCKING DOG. You didn't give a fucking SHIT who I was.
FUCK. You didn't notice, when by the 4th hour of listening to your repetitious analysis of your own problems, that I had SWITCHED OFF.
I tried. I would have been there for you. I would have. Instead I feel used. A sounding board. I watched you spill the same shit to anyone who would listen. RIGHT THERE, in front of me. I know, that you'll go home, and the next time ANYONE asks how you are...you'll tell them. Lucky them.
I tried to be there. I would have been there for you. The worst part about it is...I thought you were listening. I didn't realise until the 4th hour that you weren't. So I stopped too. You didn't notice.
How the fuck dare you! You didn't notice the tears well up in my eyes, not only out of pity for you...my poor friend, who is so screwed up. So fucked up in the head. So fucking screwed for the rest of your life...you didn't notice the tears of fear I was shedding. For myself.
I don't want to be like you. I was chanting to myself..please don't let me be like this. EVER. Let me take a gun and end the misery right now. I would. I promise myself this now. You're too far gone. Nothing can help you. I wouldn't want to be saved. You shouldn't either...actually, you dont want to be.
I know this now. I know you don't want help. You need total rebirth. You keep searching. That's why you're so fucked up. Fucked the fuck up. Completely. GOD! If I can't see the light at the end of your misery drenched tunnel...then how the fuck can I expect YOU to see it?
Stupid, naiive little 20 year old me. I had no idea.
I distance myself now.
Never again. You don't deserve my time. You would... I gave you myself, I did. You took that, wrung it for what it was worth, then you chewed me up, spat me out and took another deep breath when some fresh, virgin blood came along. So I heard it all again. I watched the fresh, virgin, blood reach my point of complete exasperation within 7 minutes.
YOU WORE ME OUT.
I'm sorry, I feel guilty now. You can't help it. It's not your fault. It's a chemical imbalance in your brain. You needed someone, I was there. What would have happened had I not been there? Would you have driven yourself off a cliff?
I bashed this out. You made me violent. FUCK YOU, you made me cry. You bashed me. It hurt. I'm hurt. You hurt me. You didn't mean it. I know. If only you did.
FUCK YOU for making me like this. FUCK YOU because you're proabably relieved of this for a short while...meanwhile I sit here amd la-fucking-ment over YOUR SHIT.
I love you. I don't want you to feel like this. I'm scared FOR you. I've seen 'depressed' people...that was nothing. Mere 'sadness' in the face of your screwed up beyond repair life. You SCARE me. I'm scared OF you.
I wish you could read this.
Are my ears shpaed in a large conical fashion that seems to pick up ANY minute sound within a 15km radius that MAY spell DEPRESSED?
Are you fucked up? Do you have any deeply embedded, life screwing issues that you just HAVE to natter on about for 15 hours straight?
Well come the fuck to me.
I'll listen. Hell I'll even fucking try to help you work through them. Not that you'll listen. Not that you'll appreciate ANYTHING that comes out of MY fucking mouth for what it's worth.
Oh no. YOU enjoy wallowing in your own self loathing and confusion. It's makes you happy. Did I say happy? Sorry, that's not in your vocabulary is it? And smiling just isn't one of your usual muscular activities is it?
NO. You'd just rather scowl and spill your problems in that pathetic way you do...TO ANYONE.
I'd sit and listen. I would. I did. I know now though. You didn't care it was me. You didn't care what I thought. I could have been fucking Bob Geldof's next door neighbour's FUCKING DOG. You didn't give a fucking SHIT who I was.
FUCK. You didn't notice, when by the 4th hour of listening to your repetitious analysis of your own problems, that I had SWITCHED OFF.
I tried. I would have been there for you. I would have. Instead I feel used. A sounding board. I watched you spill the same shit to anyone who would listen. RIGHT THERE, in front of me. I know, that you'll go home, and the next time ANYONE asks how you are...you'll tell them. Lucky them.
I tried to be there. I would have been there for you. The worst part about it is...I thought you were listening. I didn't realise until the 4th hour that you weren't. So I stopped too. You didn't notice.
How the fuck dare you! You didn't notice the tears well up in my eyes, not only out of pity for you...my poor friend, who is so screwed up. So fucked up in the head. So fucking screwed for the rest of your life...you didn't notice the tears of fear I was shedding. For myself.
I don't want to be like you. I was chanting to myself..please don't let me be like this. EVER. Let me take a gun and end the misery right now. I would. I promise myself this now. You're too far gone. Nothing can help you. I wouldn't want to be saved. You shouldn't either...actually, you dont want to be.
I know this now. I know you don't want help. You need total rebirth. You keep searching. That's why you're so fucked up. Fucked the fuck up. Completely. GOD! If I can't see the light at the end of your misery drenched tunnel...then how the fuck can I expect YOU to see it?
Stupid, naiive little 20 year old me. I had no idea.
I distance myself now.
Never again. You don't deserve my time. You would... I gave you myself, I did. You took that, wrung it for what it was worth, then you chewed me up, spat me out and took another deep breath when some fresh, virgin blood came along. So I heard it all again. I watched the fresh, virgin, blood reach my point of complete exasperation within 7 minutes.
YOU WORE ME OUT.
I'm sorry, I feel guilty now. You can't help it. It's not your fault. It's a chemical imbalance in your brain. You needed someone, I was there. What would have happened had I not been there? Would you have driven yourself off a cliff?
I bashed this out. You made me violent. FUCK YOU, you made me cry. You bashed me. It hurt. I'm hurt. You hurt me. You didn't mean it. I know. If only you did.
FUCK YOU for making me like this. FUCK YOU because you're proabably relieved of this for a short while...meanwhile I sit here amd la-fucking-ment over YOUR SHIT.
I love you. I don't want you to feel like this. I'm scared FOR you. I've seen 'depressed' people...that was nothing. Mere 'sadness' in the face of your screwed up beyond repair life. You SCARE me. I'm scared OF you.
I wish you could read this.