Jenny1234 · 56-60, F
Zero. today is the first time I’ve ever heard of it

SW-User
@Jenny1234 me too
PrivateHell · M
I don't think i ever have

SW-User
@PrivateHell me either
meJess · F
@PrivateHell
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food,
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food,
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
PrivateHell · M
@meJess nice. Thanks for sharing that
Lilymoon · F
Is that a word? Lolol

SW-User
@Lilymoon yeppers!!
Lilymoon · F
@SW-User Smh I just learned something on SW 😆

SW-User
@Lilymoon as have I

SW-User
0, but that's gonna change
SledgeHammer · 46-50, M
Let me think.... um never
SledgeHammer · 46-50, M
Wait... I did use it once...
I said..."That guy is as gay as the yearslong"
I said..."That guy is as gay as the yearslong"
Diyanne · F
Never...
GovanDUNNY · M
Zero
Sharon1 · 31-35, F
0
checkoutanytime · 41-45, M
😧 Can I hear that in a sentence, please

SW-User
@checkoutanytime “ McFadden’s comments were the latest twist in a yearslong effort by the House”
checkoutanytime · 41-45, M
@SW-User nope I don't believe I've ever used that word, to the best of my recollection.
meJess · F
Used when opening a conversation with a donkey? y ears long
Atlotto · M
I have never.