#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness No one cares. It's a fact. Don't take it personally. All the pain and suffering you have gone through in your life. The trauma, the sacrifice, the loss; yeah, no one cares. Now, I'm not saying that there aren't sympathetic people out there who cannot and will not identify with your struggle, but the … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 10.30.23
Tag: past
Back Lit
I feel everything; the drugs never took away the pain. The love never made me sanguine, I just lied and said I was OK. I cut myself free of the visible, out of the picture; I was pitiful. Stick around and make you miserable. It’s not a question of impossible; I’ve always been impossible. … Continue reading Back Lit
Wake-Up Call
Wake me when the waters rise. Shake the slumber from my eyes, with a coastal cracking tremor run through me like confirmation of everything I've ever known; all my past, all my unknown. Wake me when the whole Earth groans and I will watch it all go down with you. Wish I could apologise … Continue reading Wake-Up Call
Fuck Memory Lane
Fuck Memory Lane, that once shining path; seeded now with derelict, abandoned touchstones. Never-Were's and Never-Was's. Like cutting a vein and just getting dust. Harrowing the objector. I'm not sure my life ever made sense. I was birthed and borne as a man, but lived on poison like a reject. Fed fear … Continue reading Fuck Memory Lane
Invitation To A Fight
Approaching the expression with no regard for caution slave away for somethin' I don't even need. Calling on you to find me in my brilliant night, for I have been blinded by delight - and never missed them. Hope is like a long forgotten, misbegotten, woman that I kissed, then twisted out of … Continue reading Invitation To A Fight
The Thing About Nightmares…
Sometimes, I realize that I am attempting to recreate a nightmare that you once woke me from, and I am both relieved and terrified at the same time. That’s the problem with the way dreams fade away; and leave us vulnerable, unprepared for their return. We never really know just how deeply they have wormed … Continue reading The Thing About Nightmares…