Awake
I don't know why I feel such pain,
The hurt and darkness running through my veins,
Cutting me up from the dagger of thoughts,
Wondering why this battle's to be fought.
(BRIDGE:) The battle of evil,
The battle of memories,
the only thing that could defeat me in time,
the only thing that could rip me apart
(CHORUS:) Now I lay up in my bed,
Deafened by these memories in my head,
Tossing and turning around inside,
Nowhere to hide-I'm better off dead.
Now I know I'm finally awake,
The truth is here - I cannot fake,
Leaving me bellowing in the inside of me,
Not knowing why I can't seek happiness.
(BRIDGE:)
(CHORUS: x2)
And now I know, I cannot survive anymore,
Insecure from the darkness of my soul,
This is caused by my feelings for you.
(REPEAT CHORUS TO FADE)
Jodie
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A Lonely Monday Night
Just a little cautionary note: This poem may be
TRIGGERY for some. Keep yourself safe
and please don't read it if you think it'll badly affect you. Take
Care, xxx R
Many nights I’d pray
That tomorrow I will be ok
I would sit on the hillside
Thinking of nothing but suicide
All the feelings that I've shared
And still I become so very scared
Did you even know I was standing there?
You didn't even seem to care
My heart seems to beat a thousand times per second
While the blade has been freshly sharpened
My entire body grows with chills
After the tears run down, I pop the pills
As I have emptied the whole bottle
I just wish that one-day I could be cheerful
© Morgan Crayton
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If I'm Good
If I take all my medication – 12 tablets every
day
If I wake at 8am, and get to sleep by midnight sharp
If I eat my greens, reds, blues and purples
If I’m good will I be cured?
If I learn the art of bingo, and play scrabble twice
a week
If I don’t question my diagnosis, and accept the fact I’m
ill
If I turn up to my appointments, take up all your advice
If I’m good will I be well?
If I regulate my mood, don’t go too high or
much too low
If I learn to respect boundaries, don’t get too close or stay
too far
If I talk about my feelings, but am careful not to bore
If I do all this will I finally be sane?
Or just be well contained?
Rachel Studley © 2003
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