We Have to Do This Properly

I am waiting for a message

That I will never receive

You are up in the clouds

Whilst I am left behind

I am forgotten

I am lost

I am told so many things

About how you suffer day to day

Yet no one speaks of the suffering you push on others

The lies

The hypocrisy

How we are worn over time with no maintenance

Oh, I need help

I am here

Now I will bleed you dry

Oh, I need money

Here you go

Now I will bleed you dry

Oh, I did this

That is wonderful

Now I will bleed you dry

I am so sensitive

I am sorry

Now I will bleed you dry

I am waiting for a message

That I will never receive

The dial tone bleeps

The monotonous ring feeds the air

You have reached voicemail

Please leave a message after the beep

Dead Inside

I have

No reason to explain the illogical path I am walking

Drawing water from a well, turning on a tap

These all bring the same results

Walking from A to B can take hours or days

Though road is littered at the sides

Travelling through a seamlessly clear path

Unaware of the waste we pass

 

Drawing water from a well

Draws more breathes

Than when I turn on a tap

One place will make me ache

Another will push me to intoxicate

Each will make me sleep

Each will

Wake me up blind

And go to sleep awake

The day passes by

My thoughts

Dwelling on my mistakes

Sweet Talking

I SEE
OH I SEE
THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYE
OH WHAT A LOOK
THE ANGER I SEE
COULD MAKE FLESH COOK
BUT WHAT I HEAR
OH DEAR
WHAT I HEAR
YOU KEEP SWEET TALKING ME
KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING
KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING COMING
THOSE SUGAR WORDS TASTE FOUL
AND I KNOW
THE PAST YOU TOOK
THE PRESENT YOU LOOK
AND THE FUTURE WON’T BE THE SAME
YOU KEEP SWEET TALKING ME
KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING
KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING COMING
THOSE SUGARY VOWELS HOWL
THE PAST YOU TOOK
THE PRESENT YOU LOOK
AND THE FUTURE WON’T BE THE SAME

Anxiety

A friend of mine

The worst enemy

An eye opener

A haunting nightmare

A heart breaker

An empathetic friend who reminds me of the core value of our distorted world

A disabling partner for life

It seems to be the worst curse to carry around yet I feel blessed to be a part of it. I have mastered cohabiting with anxiety.

I’ve made a tiny room in my soul for anxiety so it doesn’t feel rejected, and it doesn’t rebel to be heard or be understood because I know it so well.

I know it same as I know the darkest side of my unique and rebelious INNER CHILD.

My Hero

All I want to do

Is make you proud

Shout it aloud

You’re my hero

Without you I feel like a zero

So please

Do not leave

Do not go

I am stuck in this world

With only your steps to follow

Al I want to do

Is Make you Proud

You’re my hero

Without you I feel like no one

Alone

Travelling From Manic

To Numb

So Please

Don’t Leave

Don’t Go

All I want to do

All I want

All I want

Is To Make you proud

Depression has a face

Depression has a face

A face you cannot see

You are cloaked from the world

Cuddled by darkness

Sleeping with your thoughts

Past and present

Intoxicate

Attractive thinking?

A way out

Tempting

People who should be there

Hide with someone else

Depression has a face

It is behind the smile

Do you not see?

I Can’t Fix Me

I have a problem I cannot fix

We cannot seem to move forward

Only backwards

To memories I wish were gone

And say goodbye

Good-bye

To the problems, I have no answers

To the problems I cannot fix

To the problems I cannot see

Say Goodbye

Goodbye

Say goodbye

Goodbye

To the problems, I have no answers

To the problems I cannot fix

To the problems I cannot see

Say goodbye

Goodbye

I have a problem I cannot fix

And all I see

Is myself