Barbacue food is good You invite me out to eat, I should go But I'm feeling kind of nervous And not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose And I know this won't help How things have become between us If I go you'll give me hell And that I don't know how to fix it is making me unwell Well I arrive at your house but you've just got up And you are wearing a towel and your eyes look dark I help to dry your body and I see your cut So I give you a plaster and we cover it up I say "have you been crying?" And you say "shut up" So we sit in the garden and touch gra** with our hands The sun is going down now and it's been okay You tell me all the things you did while i was away and this worries me somewhat But you say you're fine Listen Can you hear it? Does it speak? Will I feel it? Will it hurt? Am I near it? I don't know I don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems, thinking is one of the stressful things I've ever come across and not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy, I think I should read some more books, learn some new words, my sister used to read the dictionary, I'm gonna start with that. I'd like to travel, I want to see India, and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bycicles in France. I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me, but I love swimming, I'm good at it, and when I swim I count the laps and this helps me relax. When I was younger I saw a house burn down and I walked past it everyday for the next six years, derelict, black, chalky and dangerous, I wondered if squatters lived there, I'm still not sure but I know there were never any parties because it was a sh**hole. After a while the council got round to tidying up the town, they decided it was an eyesore and so they tore it down, behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word c*nt written in giant letters and now I walk past that. I like go to the park, I like walking through it, I like taking my dogs there, and friends and I like being alone. I like being able to shout but I wish I could be quiet, when I'm quiet people just think I'm sad and usually I am. Sometimes when I'm at a really noisy train station, one of the ones with the big fat trains like Kings Cross I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because I've got something to say. Don't you want to share the Guilt?... don't think just try and sleep.