"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Nature versus nurture
That is the great debate
Was I born a pessimist
Or did it find me late?
I suppose it doesn’t matter
However it came to be
As the cynic is now embedded
In my personality
Mythbusting
If
life is
funny
sometimes
Then
why
can’t
I contain
my laughter
It’s the
same as
all that
bullshit
they say
About
living
happily
ever
after
(Originally Posted 01.08.2020)
There is no update for this one
Nothing further to remark
Other than to say
I have felt this way
Pretty much from the start
Outline In Chalk
Here
I lie
Despite
my wealth
Murdered
By my
mental
health
(Originally Posted 30.07.2020)
I was pretending
So much back then
I should have known
Things would soon go tits up
In fact I’m amazed
Given how I behaved
No one thought to lock me up
Apathy & Deception
How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?
Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?
(Originally Posted 30.07.2019)
I really wasn’t well, was I?
Looking back at this
It’s just silo strange, because I
Didn’t realise anything was amiss
The Drudgery
Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me
(Originally Posted 25.07.2019)
I have searched
High and low
Over sea
And underground
So please believe me
When I say
There’s still nary a fuck
To be found
Pretty Sure
I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.
Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.
(Originally Posted 25.07.2019)
Some people
Are built to sleep
Of that
I’m pretty much certain
But for those like me
With anxiety
Insomnia
Is just another burden
Just Because I’m Yawning, Doesn’t Mean I’m Tired
The restlessness
has started
Yet sleep refuses
to advance
Body and soul
have departed
While I’m being led
a merry dance
(Originally Posted 18.07.2019)
So I’m back
home now,
after that
shit show
Only two
more days
of pretending
to go
Then it’s
the weekend,
so I’ll be free
to lament
And avoid
all people,
to my hearts
content
Wednesday 2.30am (Pt 1)
I can’t even
bear the thought
of what’s to
come tomorrow
No doubt
it’ll just be
more misery
and sorrow
Perhaps I’d
be better
off staying
in bed
Then I might
just escape
the thoughts
in my head
(Originally Posted 17.07.2019)
Wednesday 11am (Pt 2)
So I managed,
in the end,
to get out of bed
And it’s been
shit so far,
just as I predicted
It seems I was right,
I should never
have tried
For I’ll never
escape this
pain inside
(Originally Posted 17.07.2019)
There
were
times,
back
then,
When
I just
wasn’t
worth
it
Water
It’s
amazing
the
difference
a shower
can make
Inside
and
out…
(Originally Posted 16.07.2019)
I hope never again
To find myself
Walking along this path
I’ve been through such a lot
That I’m pretty much shot
So I doubt I would make it back
Depression (Part 2)
Eat until you’re sick
Snap until you bruise
Run until you’re limp
Drink a shit load of booze
Spend until you’re skint
Sleep until you’re sore
Cry until you’re empty
Sleep around like a whore
Shout until you’re hoarse
Cut until you bleed
Work until you drop
Smoke a shedload of weed
Lie until you’re spent
Smile until you’re alone
Write until you’re wrung
Forget all you’ve ever known
(Originally Posted 15.07.2019)
I really hadn’t
Given much thought
To how hard
Life would be
Alone
The constant struggle
In this suffocating bubble
And all so far away
From home
A Tale Of Two Cities
I really don’t want to leave
But I know that I can’t stay
Though I’ll be alone
Wherever I go
So I’m screwed either way
(Originally Posted 05.07.2019)
Quite a subtle reference here
To a drug I’ve seen
But never taken
I’ve just always known
Being dependence prone
That beast never to awaken
Need(le)
I
need
you
here
Please
come
and
save
me
I
need
to
feel
The
love
you
gave
me
(Originally Posted 01.07.2020)
Yet as the sun came out
Last summer
The glue I’d used soon melted
So whatever I felt back then
Didn’t start a trend
Or conclude as well as projected
Out Of The Blue
I woke up with a smile
Today
All the bad feeling
Had gone away
It actually felt
Like it was the start
Of gluing back together
My broken heart
(Originally Posted 30.06.2021)
I’ve always been drawn
To water
Knowing it’s nearby
Is very relaxing
There’s been many a time
It has calmed my mind
And saved me
From fully collapsing
Down By The River
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.
(Originally Posted 29.06.2019)
As
life
continues
To slip
through
my fingers
Here
I stand,
still
As the
sadness
lingers
Tinged With Sadness
In
amongst
all of
this
madness
Here
I stand
Heart
tinged
with
sadness
(Originally Posted 24.06.2020)
Put lavender on your pillow
He said
Or drink some chamomile tea
I’ve tried every pill know to man
She said
So I doubt they’ll work for me
In The North
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It is also kinda shitty
(Originally Posted 20.06.2021)
If this one doesn’t work
He said
I can always prescribe another
If this one doesn’t work
She said
You’d better run for cover
For I have had enough
She said
Of being given pills to chew
I completely understand
He said
But there’s little else I can do
‘Not Another Day…’
Another
day
Another
pill
Will
this
one
make
me
Feel
less
ill?
(Originally Posted 18.06.2020)
Hoping this pill proves fruitful
That it will work as designed
So I swallow another scoopful
To quiet the chaos in my mind
Five A Day
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.
(Originally Posted 12.06.2019)
To
patch
it up
But
alas
it seems
I was
out of
luck
The Life Raft
Full
of
holes
As
it
rocks
Against
the
shoals
(Originally Posted 04.06.2020)
Whatever you say
Won’t hurt me
For when it comes
To my mental health
There is nothing that
I am better at
Than flagellating
Myself
Plus Ça Change
So
this
is
it
Lying
in bed
all day
again
Wine
and
cigarettes
my only
friend
I’m so
bored
of this
shit
I
could
make
myself
sick
I
really
am
nothing
But a
nauseating
prick
(Originally Posted 02.06.2020)
I may excel
At many things
But to my eternal dismay
I know fine well
That sleep, it seems,
Will never be quite my forte
The Dream Catcher
Bad thoughts creep
As I’m without sleep
For yet another night
Fears won’t keep
Whilst I lie and weep
Losing the will to fight
(Originally Posted 01.06.2020)
I spent much of 2020
In a drug induced dwam
I found the only way
To cope with each day
Was to eat diazepam
Going Over
And
then
it
hits
Like
a ton
of
bricks
And
I don’t
feel a
thing
(Originally Posted 29.05.2020)
So I’m hearing you say you feel empty
He said
Could you expand further on this
Haven’t you heard enough
She said
To put an end to this bullshit
Such A Cliché
I don’t
know if
you’re
aware
She
said
But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down
Let me
fetch my
notebook
He
said
Reaching
forward
with a
frown
(Originally Posted 26.05.2020)
Maybe it wasn’t a prison
But it certainly felt like it
I’d do anything not to go back there
Even if that means faking it
Climbing The Walls
Let
me
out
She
said
You
cannot
keep me
here
I
think
you’ll
find we
can
He
said
The
law is
very
clear
(Originally Posted 21.05.2020)
I said this out loud
Believe it or not
Once, in a hospital
That time forgot
Back then I was sick
And definitely tired
As all my issues
Felt pretty hard wired
The poor therapist
Didn’t know where to look
As she scribbled about me
In her hard backed book
The room fell silent
Apart from one boy
Who looked up and smiled
And I jumped for joy
Someone finally understood me
Somebody else felt my pain
So we went and smoked cigarettes
Until group therapy started again
Group Therapy
I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful
But I
certainly
do not
What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales
When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?
(Originally Posted 19.05.2020)
Like a constant stream
From the mouth that feeds
Life has me bound
And on my knees
Never-Ending
Another minute
Another hour
Another day
Another shower
Of shite
(Originally Posted 16.05.2020)
If it’s not monsters
It’s mermaids
As that’s how it is manic depression
Life is laborious
Or it’s glorious
With very little in the way of progression
Monsters
They are always there,
Gnawing away at my brain.
One day I will kill them,
And I shall smile again.
(Originally Posted 14.05.2019)
Only a year ago
This one
And still no better than when I started
Sometimes I fear
There’ll never be an end
To feeling so broken hearted
The End Of The Road
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
(Originally Posted 13.05.2021)
It never ceases to amaze me
How blunt I was back then
It’s so clear to see
I wasn’t well, mentally,
When I read this one again
Another Day…
Another day of pretence dawns,
And my heart is full of dread.
Another chasm in my mind yawns,
And I wish that I was dead.
(Originally Posted 09.05.2019)
I haven’t had this dream
For a while now
But I know that I am not free
For to be confined
By what’s inside my mind
Will be my destiny
Night Terrors (Part 1)
I sense you,
stalking me from behind.
I won’t let you win.
I see you,
prowling outside my window.
I won’t let you in.
I hear you,
scratching at my door.
I won’t let you win.
I feel you,
gnawing on my bones.
How did you get in?
(Originally Posted 08.05.2019)
As if all I do
Is wander around
And weep into the rain
When I really feel blue
To my bed I am bound
As that is my real domain
Grey Days
I love
walking
on grey days
The raindrops
land on my face
and mingle with
my tears
Hiding them
from prying
eyes
(Originally Posted 02.05.2019)
I’ve said this many times
Mainly to my psychiatrist
For it is he who,
In my opinion,
Sould remain the quietest
No Idea
Stop asking me questions
When you are in no way prepared for the answers
(Originally Posted 01.05.2019)
You should start a diary
He said
And we can talk it through next week
I’ve been keeping one for years
She said
If you’d like to sneak a peek
‘What’s Good For The Goose…’
Just write it down
He said
How hard can it be
But he had never encountered
Someone as fucked up as me
(Originally Posted 25.04.2020)
Please do not look upon me
With your pity and dismay
For this last few years
Have taught me
Feelings aren’t shit anyway
Blackout
I
don’t
want
to feel
better
I
don’t
want
to feel
at all
(Originally Posted 21.04.2020)
Life will never be linear
He said
The path won’t always be straight
The trick is to just hold on
He said
And try your best to navigate
Trauma
But
you
were
doing
so well
He
said
I
don’t
quite
understand
Coming
back
from
hell
She
said
Doesn’t
always
go to
plan
(Originally Posted 20.04.2020)
Now
I am just
Still
Every Day
Still hoping,
Still waiting,
Still holding,
Still wanting.
Still thinking,
Still grieving,
Still trying,
Still giving.
Still caring,
Still feeling,
Still crying,
Still fighting.
Still breathing,
Still living,
Still believing,
Still loving.
(Originally Posted 17.04.2019)
Dodging bullets
Since 1980
And showing no signs of stopping
The Loaded Gun
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the gun
And trudge through yet another day.
(Originally Posted 16.04.2019)
There’s nothing wrong with being self sufficient
She said
After all it’s got me this far
I never said you weren’t resilient
He said
But that doesn’t have to be all you are
Toolkit
You wish you could fix me,
But you can’t.
I wish I would let you,
But I won’t.
(Originally Posted 12.04.2019)
Had another day
Like this yesterday
After quite a few
Of feeling ok
The only way
Was in bed to lay
In order to
Keep those demons at bay
Who Gives A Fuck? (Not Me)
What do I do
Now all hope is gone
And I am left here
On my own
Somehow still alive
But gasping for air
Unable to thrive
Yet unwilling to care
(Originally Posted 05.04.2020)
Not only is my bed
Still a blessed sanctuary
But back then,
Believe you me,
It was entirely fucking necessary
Fear
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
(Originally Posted 04.04.2020)
In difference to the year before
I’d travelled down to Glasgow here
I met up with an old friend
To discuss another one over beer
What a difference a year can make
Along with some heavy anti-depressants
As you can see I was far happier
And had never felt more present
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
(Originally Posted 30.03.2020)
Jesus.
How depressed was I?
I’d travelled over to Dublin
Albeit with a heavy sigh
I remember all those people
And all the fun they had
I remember trying to fit in
Even though I was pretty much mad
It’s sad to think back now
On just how much I missed
As I may well have been there in person
But I clearly did not want to exist
Travel
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
(Originally Posted 30.03.2019)
Still here
Still play-acting
And still, no one has noticed
Pretence
People are easy to fool, I find, on the whole.
They are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice me standing there, amongst them, pretending to be happy…
(Originally Posted 29.03.2019)
If only I was able
To be more optimistic
But I’ve been around enough
To know life is tough
So it’s better to be fatalistic
Fuck It
It doesn’t matter
How hard we try
We still fuck it all up
In the end.
(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)
I told you they’d quiten down
He said
That you just had to give it time
The reason I don’t hear them
She said
Is because now they tend to mime
Psycho(tic) Babble
It’s
past
midnight
again
And
still
I’m not
in bed
When will
they stop
driving
me insane
These
voices
inside
my head?
(Originally Posted 16.03.2020)
It is becoming ever clearer
That I’ve spent too long
In amongst the mundane
Now enough time has passed
With me being downcast
And I want that high life again
The Train Home
Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time
Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine
It
always
feels
like
such a
crime
When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine
(Originally Posted 08.03.2020)
Nobody ever did throw that lifeline
So I learned to swim on my own
It was better that way
Than to wait for the day
When I wouldn’t be alone
Loving You…
Feels like I’ve been thrown
Into the loch
The freezing water
Sucking me down
With no one on land
To throw me a lifeline
(Originally posted 03.03.2019)
This may have been posted
In 2019
But it was written long ago
In the back of a French class
As I recall
Looking out into the snow
Je Suis Morte
I’ve been here so many, many times before
I’m just fucking bored now.
Bored with the fucking lot of it.
It’s pointless now.
Not that there ever was a point, obviously.
Je Suis Morte.
I Fucking Wish.
(Originally Posted 02.03.2019)
Trudging through this half a life
Really just subsisting
Knowing I’d be
Better off dead
Than merely just existing
It left you so exhausted
Wrestling to decide
Now you know
What it’s like
Living inside my mind
If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
Searching for meaning
Where there is none
Is never healing
Or very much fun
Don’t just fucking humour me
She said
Actually listen to what I’m saying
But my job is to indulge you
He said
Isn’t that why you’re paying?
I don’t give a fuck
How strong you look
You are never getting in
You may well be
More powerful than me
But you will never win
It does not matter
What I am
It said
From the end of the bed
Just trust that I know
What’s for the best
And I won’t let you
Be misled
If all the roads are closed tonight
Then how will I get home
I’m much too scared
And emotionally impaired
To go a night out here alone
How about this
He said
For an interesting notion
Perhaps you’re not
Dead inside
But just allergic to emotion
I can’t help you
She said
I have nothing to give
Don’t count on me
She said
For your reason to live
I can see straight through you
He said
Your truth isn’t so hard to find
There’s no way you can navigate
She said
The grey areas of my mind
I know that
It seems strange
And makes it difficult
To confabulate
But you must believe me
When I say
It is how
I best communicate
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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