It’s that time of year again; Cards and pictures do the rounds, Depicting cliché Christmas scenes, Deep white snow upon the ground, A robin perched upon an evergreen. Dogs dressed as reindeer pull a sleigh, While in the sky the sun shines bright, A snowman watches children play, Hurling snowballs left and right. […]
Always laughing, always smiling Never giving away a single clue Of the pain that you were hiding Inside of you We hadn’t spoken in a while I wondered why, now I’ve seen the news Only just learning of the hell Inside of you Days before, you were excited Eager to play with your […]
I read, a couple of months ago, the views of a fellow ‘depression sufferer.’ She was going to be giving a talk locally about mental health, so I did a little bit of background reading before deciding on whether I would go along to listen. What I read, despite being supposedly the thoughts of somebody […]
Emptiness, hopelessness, darkness No light at the end of the tunnel No end to this torment in sight I turn back but the passage crumbles No way to pass the ruin and rubble So onwards through the dark I stumble Arms outstretched, my hands groping Blindly I press on just hoping The next […]
This is my house But it ain’t my home My family’s here But I’m all alone It’s where I dwell But not where live To find a home Is my dying wish
What am I? Who am I?
I was inspired to write this by Ana’s post Mask, in @bitter sweet diary. We all wear masks: to hide behind; to pretend we are someone else – for comedic, dramatic or other purposes; to live another life. We paint over damaged walls, to mask the cracks. We say words we do not believe, to […]
“I’m no good at writing.” “I can’t find the right words.” “It wouldn’t be as good as yours.” I keep hearing excuses such as these. People tell me that they’d love to write poetry, but they won’t simply because they feel it wouldn’t be good enough.
I’ll never forget your laugh and your smile The silly jokes and stupid games we played The days we wasted and the nights we pissed away Though no time was wasted when spent with you And while it happened so long ago It feels like only yesterday
People often mistakenly see my openness about my depression as a cry for help, or a method of attention seeking. They think that those who are genuinely depressed don’t talk about it and try to hide it, as though it’s something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Some are ashamed or embarrassed, but that’s because of how society still treats […]