Whenever
You feel
Something might
Be amiss
Remember you can’t
Get hurt
By what doesn’t
Exist
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Whenever
You feel
Something might
Be amiss
Remember you can’t
Get hurt
By what doesn’t
Exist
It rears it’s head
This time of year
The feeling of wishing
That I wasn’t here
I’ll try to push through
As best as I can
But I’d be lying to say
It wasn’t still a plan
Slowly
I walk
Along
The bridge
Resisting
The urge
To jump
But
I feel
The ringing
In my ears
And my heart
Begin
To thump
Now
I have felt
This way
Before
And
I recognise
The slump
So I go
In search
Somewhere
Else
For these
Feelings
To dump
I know
You’ll think
I’m stupid
And say
I’m off
My head
But the seeds
Of doubt
Have rooted
And now
I’m filled
With dread
I don’t think I can cope
She said
With all this worry
And stress
My heart
Just won’t stop pounding
And my head’s
A fucking mess
Maybe I’ll just end it
She said
That could be
For the best
As within
The peace and quiet
I might finally
Get some rest
Life is better
He said
Than it was
Your progress
You can’t deny
That doesn’t mean
She said
I don’t still dream
Of stabbing you
In the eye
If I were to take
One as prescribed
No doubt I’d feel
The same inside
If I were to take
Two or three
I could cope
Quite easily
If I were to take
Four or five
I’d most likely still
Make it out alive
If I were to take
Six or seven
I’d start knocking on
The door of heaven
If I were to take
Eight or nine
I’d be pretty close
To the finish line
But if I were
To take ten
I’d make sure you never
Saw me again
Dosage Instructions
Please
give me
another
pill to
swallow
For I
don’t
want to
wake up
tomorrow
(Originally Posted 31.01.2020)
Washing your hands
Checking the locks
Labelling your cans
Sorting your socks
You call them all
Your ‘OCD’
But you’ve got no idea
What it really means
All The 8’s
And so it begins
The incessant counting
The overthinking
The fear mounting
That impending doom
Will certainly strike
If I do not get
This pattern right
(Originally Posted 25.01.2021)
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)
4am
And my demons
Want revenge
Again
Does it matter
If I do
Or don’t
Should it matter
If I will
Or won’t
Why can’t it be easy
To decide
Without strain
When will I stop
Churning it over
Again
My body is numb
Yet my thoughts contrive
To remind me that
I am still alive
It’s four twenty five in the afternoon and I’m still lying in bed.
Trying, in vain, to sleep away the thoughts inside my head.
Perhaps I should get up and go out for a bracing walk instead.
It has to be better than staying in here and wishing I was dead.
(Originally Posted 22.06.2019)
It’s heartfelt
praise, but
I know
your ways.How uncomfortable
you are
to see,
just how
miserable I
can be.I’m sorry
I no
longer make
you smile.For that
you’ll need
to wait
a while.Until then,
just keep
telling me
I’ll make
it through.And I’ll
keep on
whispering
fuck you.(Originally Posted 10.05.2019)
That roof is calling my name.
I know it is.
I can hear it.
Every day its voice gets louder and louder.
Every day I’m drawn closer and closer.
I went up there tonight.
Just to the edge.
Just to look.
I held on to the safety rail.
I cannot promise that tomorrow,
I won’t let go.
(Originally Posted 26.03.2019)
Thoughts
run
through
my head
at pace
As I
question
the futility
of the
human race
For a moment
there I was
feeling goodLiving my
life the way
I shouldAnd then you
wander back
into my mindAnd all sense
of peace is
left behind
It’s the
first
thought
I have
When
I
wake
A
desire
so
dark
My heart
starts
to
shake
As the
hour of my
certain
end draws
near
Will today
be the
day I
release
my fear?
Ups and downs,
Peaks and troughs,
But the darkness?
That never stops…
It’s the time
between
waking up
and going
to sleep
that I’ve
always
found
the most
troublesome
I let
myself
down
today
When I
let you
inside
my head
I wish I
could
just let
you go
And let
myself
enjoy life
instead
What’s the
point in
going to bed
With all
this shit
inside my head
It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest
With this
sickness deep
inside my chest
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
I already
know I’m
a piece
of shit
I don’t
need you
to remind
me of it
I already
know I’m
a bitter
old crone
I don’t need
you pointing
out that I’ll
forever be alone
I already
know my
cuts are
too deep
I don’t
need you
to watch
them weep
I already
know that
I’m dead
inside
I don’t need
you telling me
there’s nowhere
left to hide
They are always there,
Gnawing away at my brain.One day I will kill them,
And I shall smile again.
It's a long way to the bottom
from all the way up here.
As I stand and shiver
I can't help but think...
What happens if I change my mind
halfway down?
Notice Me!
Notice Me!
(Please, don’t look at me)
Notice Me!
Notice Me!
(Please, don’t look at me)
Notice Me!
Notice Me!
(Please, don’t look at me)