depression · New work

To for once have a voice

Looking for escape

From this rigid place

Impossible to go

Let alone evade

There is no door

Nor has there ever been

To think for myself

Would just be obscene

Trapped by all decisions

Weighing ball and chain

Never have enough

It has always been my bane

The air is now choking

Oxygen becomes gas

As I seek an exit

This sad story alas

My one last ounce of control

To make my own choice

To be a courageous coward

To for once have a voice

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New work

Innocence stolen

Why does sadness weep within my pores?

What ever I see is immediately absorbed

It seeps in deep and swallows me whole

Like a wormhole, nowhere to go

I ache for solitude, to be left alone

I can’t even return now, there is no home

Torn away, ripped as a page from a book

My innocence is gone, it has been took

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depression · Life · love · New work

A new start

Time whispering away

As snow patters to the floor

Chorus in the streets

Awaiting the new year

Saying goodbye to regrets

That we hold on to so deep

Cutting away through our skin

As we cry the tears we weep

Reflecting forever hard

On what cannot be undone

Trudging through the tormented life

Another year has begun

As the fireworks explode

In a chorus of hurrah

Forgetting all our troubles

Wishing they were afar

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Life sucks

When you’ve had a bad day


You wonder which way


To go in your life


Argued with the wife


Your kids hate you


It’s their point of view


That nothing is good enough


That’s the way it is. Tough!


Your job sucks like a wormhole


You don’t like your boss, arsehole!


You can’t find another job


Cause you’re a lazy slob


Bills just don’t stop coming in


Overdraft and credit cards sinned


Your car has broken down


Your face starting to frown


Your phone is almost flat


Forgot to charge, what a twat.


That’s it, decided to quit?


Look at yourself, stop being a dick

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

In a dark place

Help, help, I can’t get out….

Why can no one hear me however much I shout?

Help help, I’m deep in a hole…

Please help me, help my soul.

Help help, I’m all alone…

But nobody is there to hear my moan.

I’m black and blue,

But no one knew

What I’m going through

They’ve got no clue!

It’s hurting so bad,

It’s hurting like mad,

It’s making me go

Fucking insane.

Ahhh how I’m screaming

Ahhh how it’s hurting

Hear me now

Hear me loud!

What are you deaf?

You can’t hear me?

I’ll fucking scream

Till I can’t any more.

I need to get out

I can’t go on

It’s just too much

It’s just too tough!

This is my nightmare

This is my life

I’m gonna end it

With this knife!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Tick tock

I am sitting here (Tick Tock)

I am watching the clock (Tick Tock)

I am alone (Tick Tock)

I am at home (Tick Tock)

Why so depressing? (Tick Tock)

Why this lesson? (Tick Tock)

I want to end it (Tick Tock)

To stop that clock (Tick Tock)

Slower and slower (Tick Tock)

Beats the clock (Tick Tock)

For I am calm (Tick Tock)

With bloodied palms (Tick Tock)

I have done it (Tick Tock)

Set myself free (Tick Tock)

Now I see the light (Tick Tock)

My clock has stopped, No Tick Tock

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Childhood · depression · New work

That’s a big mistake

That boy at school

Life already so hard

He teases me

Every day a new start

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I never asked for this

To have him in my class

He always bullies me

Such an ass

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He laughs with his friends

Just because he can

I don’t have any

No one understands

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I work by myself

Always apart

I wear it on my sleeve

My fragile heart

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Why do they have to be mean?

What did I ever do?

Am I so different from them?

Why do they exclude?

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Days and days

This torment goes on

Nothing changes

The same repeating song

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I can’t tell anyone

My mum doesn’t even care

I’m getting sick of it

I’m really scared

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Being threatened now

Thumped in the chest

Shirt ripped down the side

I just want to rest

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I am so fed up now

So I will bring an arm

I will wait for him

This time I will inflict harm

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The last day of school

Before summer break

He decides to attack me

That’s a big mistake

Childhood · depression · New work

Be strong

Remembering when

We used to be small

When we used to laugh

A joy to be born

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When parents could be nice

We weren’t beaten and bruised

Just relying on innocence

Not knowing the word abused

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But a few of us unlucky

To be where we were

Silence and quivering

Not daring to stir

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Not to get up early

Or to make a noise

Mustn’t disturb them

Cannot have a voice

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The beatings taken

Black and blue

Bones cracked

Shattered through

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Shy children

Not daring to talk

Too scared at school

It showed in the walk

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Where would we go?

If we could ever run

What would happen to us?

If we returned home

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We can always talk

Escape can be made

Talk to someone, anyone

You can get away

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You can always talk to someone. The scariest part is leaving. There are always people that can help.

Be strong

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