Cold steel in my hand Shimmering I flick my thumb across the blade The soft ping reverberates in my ears The edge is keen Ready I need a release I long for catharsis I wield the knife And begin to cut I always find cooking to be so therapeutic
Depression & Mental Health
If my life were a movie…
If my life were a movie You wouldn’t need an actor To play me; The writers would surely cut my character Before the film ever saw the light of day And I’d be just another discard With all life’s other rejects on the cutting room floor
Eye To Eye
I don’t want to be looked at Over the tops of glasses To the sound of a pen Scratching frantically on the pages Of a notebook My words analysed and scrutinised But the way that I say them All but ignored I want to be listened to Not just the words that I speak […]
Finding The Positives
One of the many keys To my survival is finding The often elusive upside And each cloud’s silver lining Always searching For a positive to take From every disaster From all my mistakes And every lesson I learn Is a chance to grow It’s a victory to me No matter how hollow […]
Learning
There is so much I must still learn Things I need to know But no-one can teach me Because I cannot be taught I learn from experience Through sights and sounds Through action and emotion What is written in textbooks Will never be teachable to me I have to see it Hear it Do it […]
Digging
I’m digging deep For the memories That I buried Long ago Searching hard For the answers To the questions That I ask Of the world Of myself Of everything I think I know So that I Can satisfy My need to fully Understand The reasons why I cry
Execution
I’ve neglected myself Not cared for my health Focused on others But now as I suffer They turn their backs Unable to look As I kneel Head on the block And the headsman, Depression, Raises his axe
As yet untitled poem (something about sadness and clowns)
I’m a killjoy, a humbug A sourpuss, a downer I’m a jester, a joker A goofball, or a clown I’ll raise a smile In any room Then in no time I’ll bring you down I’ll make you laugh Make you cry Never fail to bring Tears to your eyes Sometimes I’m loud Sometimes subdued The […]
Conman
Why do I make promises I know I’ll never keep And why do I only make them To myself? I swear I’ll do better Try harder next time Con myself into thinking I’ll get it right this time And when I don’t I tell myself It’s a victimless crime But the conman inside me Forgets […]
Something’s Missing
There’s something missing From the world today I don’t know what it is But I’m sure it was still there Yesterday But then again I’ve been locked away For far too long Within myself I can only remember How it all used to be
