Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Mazarita]

Shedding the past

[Former-Member]

Imagine having tiny people in your head 

They talk all day long

Even in the silence 

Your head is never quiet

When you wake to when you sleep

You even hear them in your dreams

When they all talk at once 

Their noise becomes a humming buzz

Imagine this day after day 

Year after year 

There is never silence in your ear

Just a nonstop talking 

That never disappears

[Mazarita]

Hi @Former-Member, I so relate to the endless inner voices, never a quiet moment. My experience is different than little people (love that image in your poem). The voices are me, myself and I, lots of us, all sounding like me. It's hard for me to get by without distraction or something that gives strong experiences of the outside world, such as a walk in the nature area at the end of my street. Trees, birds, creeks help me when I can get myself out of the flat to go there. I also have fairly loud tinnitus 24/7. Best thing for that is to notice other things. But sometimes it is like the many voices of me in a bed of pulsing static. Lol.

[BlueBay]

Why is life so hard 

why am I so stressed 

I can't seem to find myself 

in all this mess 

and then I want to run away 

to escape the craziness 

Of life night and day

i wish there was an easier way 

I push myself to go to work 

but no one understands 

how much I hate this job

Its lonely boring snd very mundane 

there's no point in venting 

I get nowhere with that

god I feel like crying 

I don't know where to start 

[Mazarita]

freeing sense

breath in

unaware

breath out

freeing sense

life is no easy

spirit to be with

still I am here still

naturally wondering

but the bigness

of the subject

and complexity of language

is confusing comprehension

breath in

unaware

breath out

freeing sense.

[Mazarita]

Suburbia

5 kilometres inland

from the pacific

windy little streets

with toy houses

swamp with

old eucalypts

motorway and

garbage trucks

crows over

car tyres

flooding

flying foxes

ducks and

high ibis

train tracks

and buses

pot plants

geckos

mosquitos

swallows

twilight and

wild grass

cloud shapes

and humans.

[Bow]

hope its ok to post here....

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A helpless sigh

A soul that is lost,

A life that has stopped,

A future that is uncertain.

A face that is pale,

A mouth that is sad,

A cheek that is wet.

A head that is sore,

A mind that is confused,

A long sleepless night.

An unpleasant smell,

A vision to dread,

A girls innocence lost.

A nauseas feeling,

A stomach that is churning,

A body that is scared.

A dream that is shattered,

A never ending cry,

Everything that mattered, but left in a helpless sigh.

[BlueBay]

Desperate times 

it's hit me tonight 

I can't breathe 

it's too hard to be 

I can't think of what to do 

sll I feel is dark dark blue 

I can see the light 

pls help me tonight 

I'm scared of losing everything

why is it so hard 

I just don't know what to do 

I should just go 

my fears are becoming distressing

and real 

I don't know how to feel 

[Meowmy]

I don't feel well

but there is nowhere ,no one to ask for help

i am so fragile in my fifties

needing care and protection to survive

i feel like crying

i know I need to let go

but I toss and turn

my comfort in this house where my childhood was

i don't know how far I can carry on

seems likely it will end abruptly 

[Former-Member]

Everything is normal 

Everything is fine

When something suddenly grabs hold of me

And I'm teleported back in time

Back to a familiar place

I'm paralysed from fear

I can hear the familiar sound

I can smell the odor that always made me sick to my stomach 

I feel like I'm back in my darkest nightmare

I feel every touch 

I realise I am trapped 

But not in the way you think

Because even though it seems so real 

I'm only trapped in my memories that never seem to dull