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Tuesday 7 December 2010

Breathe

Wreathed and riddled

Unlike a knife,

never straight to the point

just puzzled,

unravelling like a rope

too high on coke

imagination running away

like someone smoking dope.


Depression, a monster

of chemical erections, reactions

stressed, deadbeat living like a

lifeless soul, deep hole,

something, someone

taking control, of my mind

leave me alone its dark and its cold

get me out of here

someone pull me out

I just need space

I just need time

I just need space to breathe



Monday 6 December 2010

This is me

Since I was born my dad was on poison

aged 16 we cremated my mother, my angel,

I never had a real childhood to look back to

I don’t even have memories of happy families to rise to.

I’m still being rescued from myself

busting the ghosts from my past,

try smashed windows, violence and the fight for survival,

I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?

Like a blind person you fail to see me

Yet somehow, they still manage to feel me,

Like a deaf person you fail to hear me

yet somehow, they still listen and cry for me.

I’m not crying out for help, because I don’t need it

I’d hoped you’d understand me and mean it,

It’s so easy for you to judge

because you never understood me,

what did you expect from someone

with a complicated life, and a messed up story?

There are angels and demons in all of us

There’s black and white, even in smoke and dust

If you can’t stay loyal, then you’ve broken my trust

I guess you were never a true friend, because you gave up on us.



These are not just words, this is me, bleeding, from the bottom of my heart.