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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depression · Life · New work

Help…

I have never felt so alone

When surrounded by many

I have never felt so imprisoned

Even though I am free to go

I have never felt so hopeless

Even when I can choose

I have never felt so lost

Even though I know the way

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My tears I cannot cry

My thoughts I cannot lie

My angst I cannot suppress

Even though I try

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Trapped doing the same each day

The same old daily grind

Gaping hole inside of me

The bottom you won’t find.

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I have never felt like escaping

As much as I do now

To end it all as a coward

The only way I know how

depression · 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

Phil Lister 07/03/03

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depression · Life

Suicidal swill

Drained, tired, had enough

This funny thing called love

Misunderstood words, different views

Body sick gonna spew

Recuperate energy, charge up

Batteries empty, never last

Easy way out, selfish way

Tablets cupboard, cowards play

Cocktail vodka mixed with pills
Do the trick, suicidal swill

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Phil lister 15/10/17

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