Blackness behind weary eyes, Tiredness scratches at her brain. Fog descends and confusion builds And she knows that to others she seems insane. Hallucinations and blurry letters, Computer screen undulates and dances As she struggles to stay awake, And ignore everybody's questioning glances. So much medication that she no longer functions, "The Drugs Don't Work", … Continue reading Cry for Help
Kept awake long hours by idle thought. There seems to be no rest for a mind that is fraught. Sleep comes and goes, and never lasts for long, And yet, to my knowledge, nothing is wrong. That doesn't stop my brain, though, from thinking the worst, Reliving past failures, and believing I'm cursed. Countless 2am … Continue reading Idle Thought
With age comes wisdom, that is what they say, And I see truth in that statement every single day. Though I do not claim to be wise and all-knowing, I can certainly assert that I've been, and am, growing. When younger I was timid, frightened, and meek, I felt like an outcast, a weirdo, a … Continue reading With Age Comes Wisdom
She looked at herself, critically, in the mirror's reflection. Her skin was sagging, her thighs were large, her breasts hung low and rested, droopy, on her rotund belly. "I hate this body," she said, her voice filled with anger and loathing. "It has always been a disappointment to me." She pulled at her skin, petulantly, … Continue reading The Person Inside
Was in a dark place, But I clawed my way back out. I'm glad I'm still here.
Check out this evocative piece by PMu https://pmuink.com/2019/04/04/reach/ The beauty of any art is that it speaks to each of us in different and unique ways. To me, "Reach" spoke of the isolation and despair of a depressive episode, the hiding away from the world, broken and bleeding. Yet at the same time, reaching out, … Continue reading Reach – Daily Doodle from Pmuink.com
The constriction, this suffocation; The choking, the struggle to inhale. Clawing fingers of fear and pain, Tearing at the chest, the throat, the solar plexus. The affliction, this consuming terror from causes unknown; Tremulous and weak, holding back the flood. Denying, refusing, Unaccepting. The contradiction, this bloodletting; That which wounds while it comforts, That scars … Continue reading Harm (Trigger Warning)
