Resilience.

There are days where I don't wanna wake up/

and nights where I don't even wanna fall asleep/

I start the day popping Pro-plus/

end it popping sleeping pills/

People are always worrying, kicking up a fuss/

get me to let ‘em in, then leave me for dust/

stuffed/ under the sofa cushions like a stale pizza crust/

I gotta do this for me, it’d do or die, all or bust/

If it’s bust/ It’ll be hard to adjust/

left in the garage, like an old piece of trash

gathering rust/

I’m tired of these slags, tramp hussies/

constantly following me around filled with lust/

Leave me alone before I thrust/

A knife into your bust/

My anger is fuelled with disgust/

and I’m about to self combust/

with rage, make you concussed/

I’ll rise out of the radioactive dust/

that you left me in, like Superman does/

right at the start/

of his legacy. For what you’ve put me through, I should get the Purple Heart…/