Trudging through this half a life
Really just subsisting
Knowing I’d be
Better off dead
Than merely just existing
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Trudging through this half a life
Really just subsisting
Knowing I’d be
Better off dead
Than merely just existing
“No one else is carrying the aftermath trauma you have endured inside their body. They are not paying the concequences. They are not managing the recovery.
Therefore their opinions are secondary to any and all things that help you heal.”
– Nate Postlethwait via @mindful_tom
And so to yet
Another day
Resisting
The urge to cry
In a body
That is fighting
Hard to survive
But with a mind
That wants to die
It was you who made things difficult
It was you who made things worse
You who added injury to insult
It was you who left me cursed
It was you who made me doubt myself
It was you who made me cry
You who just pleased yourself
It was you who never asked why
But as for all that has followed
All that has now came to be
Every pill that I have swallowed
That’s on no one else but me
I’m going to be happy today
She said
Push this sadness from my mind
I’ll give you half an hour
He said
And even then that’s being kind
4am
And my demons
Want revenge
Again
You find me here alone
Broken and desolate
With nothing to call my own
Except for beer and regret
What is the point
In another day
Living in silence
Wasting away
Especially as
No one cares anyway
Better to go now
Than fade to grey
Time stands still
As I lose the will
To say another word
Now I know the drill
I’ll take another pill
And accept I’ll go unheard
Far more terrifying
Than any soul left behind
Are the ghouls camped out permanently
In the corners of my mind
Once upon a time
When I was ill
I truly believed
That this was it
I couldn’t see
Anything else for me
But another day
Drowning in shit
But now life is better
I have found
And I can finally
See a plan
So it is time
To return that rope
As quickly
As I can
Nothing can bring me
Down today
All my pain
Has gone away
Wherever I go
You’ll hear me say
Thank fuck for Prozac
Hip hop hooray!
The truth is
I felt like this
Even before you died
I’ll say
I felt better
In the end
But the honest truth
Is that
The only reason
I didn’t jump
That day
Is there’d be no one
To feed my cat
Maybe I could see a friend
Or give them a call instead
It must be better than wrestling
With these demons in my head
When you find
It’s a struggle to cope
When it feels
Like you’ve lost all hope
Remember and try
To just hold on
For there will be
Better days to come
There wouldn’t be any problem
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow
At least I wouldn’t be in pain
Or suffocating in this sorrow
Words don’t cut it
Anymore
So it’s back to the knives
Instead
I really thought
I was over this
But the trauma demon
Has to be fed
Under a
crushed
velveteen
skyI lie here,
alone,
and want
to die
Out walking alone
Serotonin in winter
Remains elusive
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
There’s really no point anymore
Now that joy seems so out of reach
It’s better to go now, than to linger
And to practice what I preach
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
Well that’s me back
In the doldrums again
Months of progress
Down the drain
I can no longer be bothered
With any motivation to find
For it’s clear now nothing will fix
This fragile mind of mine
How long is normal
To feel empty inside
Because I still do
Ever since he died
One minute I’m up
But then the next I’m down
It’s really hard
To fake this smile
When it’s easier to frown
I see you there
With your vacant stare
Drowning in infinite sadness
But never fear
I’ll alway be here
Trying to sweep away your madness
Things should be better now
He said
They certainly shouldn’t be worse
I really hope so
She said
For I can’t live with this curse
They promised I’d feel better by now
That these pills would have kicked in
Well they fucking lied
As my brain is still fried
And my heart belongs in the bin
Does anybody know
What we are searching for?
Or where we’re supposed to look?
Because my motivation
Is fading
And it’s getting harder to give a fuck
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