Reminder to be Kind

Wrap yourself within your arms,
Embrace yourself with a hug.
Feel the warmth that spreads within
You are worthy and are loved.

Look in a mirror and say to yourself
”I love you and I care,”
Feel your heart begin to open,
Even if only a second it shares.

Find a safe place and let your tears shed,
Let it flow freely; let it express.
Crying is not a weakness,
Your scars don’t make you less.

Maybe your world is crumbling,
Or Life is beating you up.
Remember to be kind to yourself,
And fight this internal war with love.

 

 

Imprisonment

These incessant voices in my head,
Slowly tearing me down into shreds.
These invisible metal chains and ties,
Binding me down in a bed of lies.

It feels like a trap. I know I’m stuck,
Stuck in a maze of my own construct.
I try and try, but I’m running in circles
Some days just getting up is a struggle.

My comfort zone has become so small
Please forgive me for not answering your call.
I put up a smile when I want to hide
These endless battles only I know inside.

Trapped and confined within walls well defined.
Can’t you see how I’ve become a prisoner of my mind.

Silence

That feeling that’s so familiar,
A stomach that’s tying into knots.
A message that’s read but unreplied,
What is in your thoughts?
Your silence can mean anything,
Please break it before I fall.

Technology has changed so much,
The way that we talk.
How much of me can you really learn,
Through that little box?
Your silence can mean anything,
Please break it before I fall.

Who knew that silence is a key,
That can unlock all insecurities.
Insecurities and anxieties,
I didn’t even know was in me.
Your silence can mean anything,
Please break it before I fall.

…

Your silence can mean anything,
Who am I to ask for a response?

To be Young and Old

What do you do
When you’re twenty-five
But feel like sixty inside?
When your body seems to be failing you,
With a tangled mind that’s always blue.

They say that you’re young,
That your future is bright.
The struggle so lonely
For the old soul inside.

What do you do
When you’re twenty-five
But feel like sixty inside?
Time to let go of what’s out of control,
And abide with your mind, body and soul.

Who Am I?

All these years I spent
Trying to figure out myself
Piece by piece I built
This person I call myself
But who am I really?
What hides beneath this shell?

All this time I spent
Trying to fit in somewhere
Left and right I looked
Trying to blend in with care
But who have I lost along the way?
What parts have I tried to hide?

Looking in the mirror, I wonder
Who exactly am I?
What are the pieces that make up
This identity I call mine?

 

When Time Stops…

When life loses meaning,
Time seems to stop moving.
Days are still going by,
But the internal clock
Has ceased to keep moving.

Minutes blur into hours.
Hours blur into days.
Where has time gone?
Do you even really care?

There was one moment,
Seared deep into my mind.
Driving on a bypass,
It seemed like another day.
But suddenly I felt it
This feeling inside.
A watch that decided to move again
Firing a lost spark that’s been cast aside.

I thought I was healed.
I thought everything would be alright.
But the batteries seem to have
Just run out again.
The second hand
Ticking back and forth,
Stuck in a moment.
Failing to move forward.

When life loses meaning,
Time stops moving.
Days go by without meaning
Because the internal clock
Has ceased to keep moving.

Drowning

It feels like being under water
for a second too long.
The moment the body
breaks the surface,
It’s flooded with panic.
Gasping.
Panting.
Heart Racing.
The body fighting so hard
to keep itself going,
Struggling to find the rhythm
that used to be so effortless.

Depression is the toxic ocean
I’ve created in my mind.
Each passing day a struggle,
As I drown in my sea of thoughts.
Asphyxiated by my own mind.

And so we begin

Writing can be healing. Being able to put thoughts in the mind into words on paper. Being able to look back and reflect on the fleeting thoughts that once occupied the obsessed mind. So here I am. Telling my story.

Thinking. Writing. Reflecting. 

Thank you for joining me on the journey.