As I sit here
Alone again
Staring
At the wall
I know it’s not
That I don’t
Feel love
It’s that I
Don’t feel
At all
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As I sit here
Alone again
Staring
At the wall
I know it’s not
That I don’t
Feel love
It’s that I
Don’t feel
At all
Feel free
To take it all
She said
The Valium,
Zoloft and Prozac
They never really
Worked for me
So it’s not like
I’ll need them back
Though I caught his eye
As he said goodbye
I couldn’t quite tell
If he would jump
But when he didn’t show up
Later on that month
I knew to the bridge
He had succumbed
If I could learn
To love myself
I know how happy
I could be
But the effort required
Would be superhuman
And I don’t have that much
In me
I’ll get up to eat
Some food today
As opposed to staying
In bed
Maybe then I’ll find
Ways to busy my mind
Instead of laying there
Like I’m dead
It felt good
To have a clear out
To get rid
Of all that junk
And maybe now I’m nearer
To the path being clearer
I’ll find my way
Out of this funk
Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
If I tell you
That I’m through
Then you don’t need to protect me
But if I say
That I’m ok
Then you really do need to worry
It’s funny how things turn out
She said
As she tugged on her costume straps
When I was here
Last year
She said
My mind had all but collapsed
I knew after I’d entered the water
She said
That there would be no doubt
As I had decided
Feeling like I did
Death was the only way out
But these last few months I have learned
She said
Through medication and therapy
Having survived that blip
A communal dip
Is now more than enough for me
As another day fills
Me with dread
Intrusive thoughts
Inside my head
I wish that I
Could stay in bed
And sleep
For a thousand years instead
It strikes me as you speak
She said
Just how unhappy you are
And I haven’t even been
He said
That forthcoming so far
You really shouldn’t wait
He said
Who knows what could happen next
It really wouldn’t matter
She said
As I’m far too fucking depressed
I saw it in
Your eyes that day
I heard it
In your voice
You, like me,
No longer see
Living
As a choice
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
I really am
Very sorry
I did not mean
To offend
But to look
Interested
In what you
Had suggested
I couldn’t be bothered
To pretend
I commend
Your curiosity
I absolutely do
The fact
That I’m not
Remotely arsed
Says far more
About me
Than you
Here I am
Pretending again
Faking a smile
To hide my pain
I fucking hate this weather
I wish
That things
Were different
And I could be
More in control
But my drive
Is non existent
So I’m stuck here
In this hole
It took me a while
To realise it
However, it seems,
I’m built for this shit
Lacking in motivation
Devoid of all desire
Wondering if salvation
Is in the funeral pyre
Tongue tied
Dead inside
Lying
On my bed of nails
Forever lonely
Seeing true love only
In films
And fairy tales
She knew
How many
Were in
The drawer
So to achieve
Her goal
She knew she’d
Need more
I’ve seen so many
Of them now
You’d think one
Would’ve broken through
But not one
Of their degrees
Has helped cure
My disease
Or informed me
Of what to do
The Trick Cyclist
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
(Originally Posted 25.02.2020)
The rope
Is in
The bin
For now
Having given
That monster
A swerve
But it’s safe
To assume
I can’t give him
Any room
As he’ll have
Kept some back
In reserve
Try Harder Next Time
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
And putting the rope
Back in the shed
(Originally Posted 24.02.2021)
This isn’t actually
Strictly true
It’s not like I’ve never
Had fun
It’s more that my weakness
For bleakness
Hasn’t ever quite been undone
‘Twilight’
I wish
I could
remember
The
good
old
days
But I
fear they
were just
a lie
For
I cannot
recall
Any
time in
my life
When
I didn’t
want
to die
(Originally Posted 17.02.2020)
Just keep taking the pills
He said
And they’ll eventually quieten
the voices
I suppose I can persevere
She said
Through a lack of any
other choices
‘It’s Nice To Be A Lunatic…’
Am I over
tired
Or am I just
plain sad
Am I far
too wired
Or simply
going mad
Does it
really matter
For I think
we can deduct
That as I can’t
stop this chatter
Either way,
I’m fucked
(Originally Posted 13.02.2020)
On those days
When I feel depressed
And I can’t carry on
Or hope for the best
I know to avoid
The great outdoors
As they’d end up scraping me
Off the floor
You Have Been Warned
I’m
too
scared
to go
out
today
For
the
dark
thoughts
haven’t
gone away
I’m
worried
I’m so
far into
this
slump
That
I may
well
just
decide
to
jump
(Originally Posted 09.02.2020)
Truth is
I’m getting older
I just wish
It was wiser too
Perhaps with that
Would come the ability
To find
A little stability
And I’d maybe make it
All the way through
The Spiral
It feels like
every day I fall
A little further
down the hole
Losing just
a wee bit more
Of my body,
mind and soul
(Originally Posted 05.02.2020)
Suffice it to say
If I had my way
There’d be no fucking risk assessment
I don’t need protecting
Despite your objecting
As in life I have no investment
999
God
knows
why I
didn’t
wake up
dead
Or why
I didn’t
think
to plan
this far
ahead
(Originally Posted 27.01.2020)
It’s only when
The meds kick in
That you realise
The truth
The only person
On that ward
Being fooled
Was you
Psych Ward 101
Just keep calm
Don’t let them see
They’ll leave you alone
If you just agree
(Originally Posted 22.01.2021)
It’s hard to consider
Giving much more
When your mind is weak
And your heart is sore
Cardiac Arrest
My heart
has been
aching
all day
Nothing
has made
the pain
go away
Perhaps
this will
finally be
the end
And I’ll
no longer
have to
pretend
(Originally Posted 21.01.2020)
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