‘I have lived before’

I have lived a life before I think, But I cannot recall how they all link, This life is different so full of pain and sadness, I just cannot seem to rise from the madness. An uphill struggle, a battle each and every day, I feel this life is over, I really have to say. …

‘Haunted By You’

Sometimes I find myself thinking of the times we shared, Of the days where you more than showed me you cared, The smiles, the jokes and the laughs that we had, I never imagined that things could get so bad, I love you and you me, we were so very happy, I remember I even …

‘Familiar’

It's been such a long time since I've felt this way, I suppose I don't really know what to say, I try my best, I fight and fight, But even that just doesn't make things right, I am fighting an uphill battle each and every day, I cannot say if I really want to stay. …

‘I can see it in your eyes’

I can see it in your eyes, The way you stare into the sky, The spark is gone, the life has left, As if you soul has died to death.   I can see it in your eyes, The way you feel, the way you hide, You pretend that you are fine when you are …

‘On the Edge’

I am on the edge, I am on the brink, Maybe a little more than you may think, I may 'look ok' when you look at me, But you have no idea the feelings I have you see, My life is over before it has really started, By the end of this day I will …

‘Writing’

A thought, an idea, coming straight from the core, You really can open the door, To what is inside, what really matters to you, The things you could never say, here now you do.   Writing is a thing like nothing else, it will, Give you the power to never use the phrase 'if looks …

‘Hospitalised’

As I walk along this empty hall, You make no effort to know me at all, Am I just a burden, a drain and a mess, Surely though you shouldn't think of me as any less? As less than a person, a patient as you say, 'Oh they're just ill' I hear for yet another …

Art

Art is a form of expression beyond any words that can be spoken.

‘Now you are gone’

Sometimes I look back on the time that we shared, It's hard to know if you ever really cared, The comments you made really cut me so deep, That all I could do is sit here and weep, I told you I was sad at your treatment of me, But all you could say is …

A reflection

I write a lot about mental health, recovery and write a lot of poetry on both of those topics. However, I realised I have never exactly talked about my own experiences. The honesty here is that those poems and posts are loosely based on my own experiences of poor mental health as much as they …