Wearing away
My heart and soul
Destroying me was
Your only goal
So with your daggers
You proceeded
Until I was broken
And you’d succeeded
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Wearing away
My heart and soul
Destroying me was
Your only goal
So with your daggers
You proceeded
Until I was broken
And you’d succeeded
All those worries
Doubts and fears
Washed away
Through a river
Of tears
It can be hard to stop
And smell the roses
When you’d rather
Be six feet under them
The Black Dog
When I heard
the black dog
barking outside
I knew I had
nowhere left
to hide
When I heard
the black dog
at my door
I knew I didn’t
have the strength
to fight anymore
Now I hear
the black dog
on my shoulder
And all I feel
is relief
that it’s over
(Originally Posted 06.09.2019)
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)
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
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
‘… this is how I am when I’m scared. It’s unfamiliar to you, but not to me. I can – I can fucking be scared – and carry on’
– Tommy Shelby
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
– Hunter S. Thompson
Why don’t you actually help me
She said
Instead of standing there like a prick
Perhaps if you actually involved me
He said
I wouldn’t feel like such a dick
There it goes
The last glimmer of humanity
Flushed down the bog
Along with my sanity
Stitch my wounds, if you like
I want to feel the pain
Don't call me a silly girl
For I'll only do it again
Ask me why, if you like
But you will never understand
The need, the comfort, the urgency
Those scissors close at hand
Leave me here, if you like
Walk away if you dare
Just remember I never asked for your help
Or your tender loving care
Forget I exist, if you like
It will not bother me one bit
For I'll always have my trusty blade
And carry my own first aid kit
(Originally Posted 08.04.2019)
Even though
It’s still a shit show
It must go on,
I suppose
(Originally Posted 22.03.2019)
Life is a struggle
She said
And after that you die
I couldn’t agree more
He said
So let’s get fucking high
And
just
get
on
with
itIt’s
not
like
everyone
elseIsn’t
also
wading
through
shit
‘When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions ‘
‘Tell me about it, my friend, that’s why we deserve fucking medallions’
Imagine
what you
could
achieveHe
saidIf only
you just
tried
harderI’ve
done all
I can
to stay
aliveShe
saidI can’t
possibly
go any
farther
I’ve
no
idea
How
I got
in
But
I know
I can’t
Get
out
There’s
no one
here
To
lend
a hand
Or
act
upon
My
shout
Lying to
myself
is bad
enough
But
lying
to you
hurts
more
But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful
That’s
for
fucking
sure
I
don’t
know
about
you
But
I can
certainly
say
for
me
That
this
is
definitely
not
Like
I thought
it
would
be
I have
to say
I’ve
had
enoughSurely
no one
can be
this
tough
It will
soon be
a year,
without
you here,
and I
don’t
know
what
to do.For I’m
still
nowhere
near,
facing
my fear,
or the
reality
of losing
you.Xxx
This weight
is too heavyIts burden
is too greatYet I struggle
on regardlessResigned
to my fate
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
When you see me, you see the finished article.
Washed, dressed, hair in place, make up on and a smile on my face.
But you don’t see what it takes to get there.
You don’t see me trying to muster the strength to open my eyes in the morning.
You don’t see me forcing my weary bones out of bed.
You don’t see me berating myself as I sob in the shower.
You don’t see me looking in the mirror as I question whether or not today is the day.
You don’t see me wracked with indecision on what to wear.
You don’t see me soothing my pain as I twist and pull out my hair.
You don’t see me apply make up in the hope it makes me disappear.
You don’t see me riddled with anxiety as I lurk in the doorway.
You don’t see me breathing deeply before finally pushing open the office door.
When you see me, you see the finished article.
But just because you don’t see the struggle, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.
Just because you see me smile, it doesn’t mean it’s real.
How I look, is not how I feel.
I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.
You have no idea how hard it is.
This sustained internal struggle.
The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.
The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.
It’s exhausting.
If only I could return to the naivety of the past.
Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.
Where melancholy was a comforting friend.
And death wasn’t such a viable option.
If this is all there is,
then who are you
to tell me no?
You have no idea,
how hard this is
so please, just let me go.
Enough of you
is
too much
Too much of you
is
never enough
I’ll smile today, for you.
But I won’t mean it.
I’ll laugh today, for you.
But I won’t feel it.
I’ll fake it every day, for you.
But you’ll never know it.
I laughed today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
I cried today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
As I soldier on,
as best I can,
the simultaneous existence
of conflicting emotions,
slowly kills me.
Half laughing at some shit joke
Badly told by some prick you can't stand
One eye trained on the nearest exit
But too scared to take your hand
And run
I feel sick.
Constantly.
It’s like wading through a swamp. Trying to drag your limbs from quicksand. Pushing against an invisible wall, a colossal weight strapped to your back. Everything takes so much longer. So many hours are lost. Motivation is impossible to muster. Action comes only in waves. Trivial tasks are insurmountable and nothing makes sense.
I’ve become physically, mentally and emotionally immovable.
Please, send help.