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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Alone in the night

Darkness

Alone in the night

Fear

Alone in the night

Frozen

Alone in the night

Numb

Alone in the night

Forever

 

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

As I near the end of the road

I glance back in fear

At flashbacks and nightmares

As I near the end of the road

I brush away the tear

That gently runs down

As I near the end of the road

I wish I could see 

A new way, a road, a junction

As I near the end of the road

I wonder who I ever was or am

Who I could have been

As I near the end of the road

Numbness surrounds me

A feeling of peace

At the end of the road

 

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Former-Member I'm concerned for you. Sending a fistful of hope, sometimes it's all there is, someone else holds on to it for you. I'm doing that right now.

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@Maggie thank you for your kindness, I made it through another night and am listening to the birds.

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Former-Member I'm doing the same. Blackbirds singing. An image for today.A fistful of hopeA fistful of hope

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

It's early morning

Too early for most humans

For a moment I hear the blackbirds sing

And my mind is still, quiet

I know this won't last long

This peace, this healing moment

Too soon my mind will be full

Of the voices tearing down any positive

There roots are far too deep to dig out

Branches to thick to prune

Yet in a fragile moment

A breath of peace, a song

Life somehow moves on

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I feel so alone, so broken and so isolated... i feel there is a great deal of turmoil and chaos inside of my soul... my addictions and self medicating has kept me going for all these years... and I'm afraid I don't know how to face each day without the chemicals coursing through my veins...

The responsibilities of life, sometimes feel they are to much to bare... I've tried my best, I've acted a fool, I've lost all that could be lost... and now I'm wondering who i should turn too... I've searched high and low, for an outside influence, that can help myself deal with all the problems and dismay......

If I'm ever to make the changes i need to make... i must be brave, and i must, say what I've got to say... all that I've lost, will never be returned, all that I've gained, has most surely been in vien... another day on the borderline between sane and insane...

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Life is shit

I’m in a pit?

Beer clouds my brain

keeps me sane?

Sleep the day away

will I be okay?

All talk for us on media

just talk no feel ya?

Where’s the help we need

empty promises you feed?

Life is shit

definitely in a pit!

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She stands there and judges me

She thinks she knows it all

But what she doesn't realise is

We live in different worlds.

 

She was wrapped in bubble wrap

I was left exposed 

She grew up being a child

I played a parent role

 

My family had nothing 

So they stole my dreams

Her parents had money

They payed the world 

To give her everything

 

Now we both have children 

And she struggles just like me

But she dismisses my struggles

Says that hers are far worse

 

Shes a single mum 

I get that and her aching heart

And I've always tried my best to help 

But it's never enough

 

I had to take a break for me

To get through difficult times

But she thought I had abandoned her

So she started spreading lies

 

Everything I tried to do

Only made things worse

I ended up in hospital 

And she became an attention seeker

 

If anyone showed me pitty 

She quickly jumped at them 

Exaggerating all her troubles 

Trying to keep the spotlight on her

 

I struggle mentally, physically and financially everyday.

She is a single mum mentally and physically fit and financially stable.

 

Her only problem is that she was left pregnant at the alter because he decided he was gay. They are even still friends and have 50/50 custody. 

 

But she still goes on about how he broke her heart. 

 

Yes I still have a partner 

Who faithfully stands by me

But I was broken long ago when we were just kids

 

She complains about hardship 

And tells me that

I don't know what it's like

And maybe I don't understand her pain 

 

But hardship is one thing a understand completely

Because I have delt with it my whole life

 

I think that this friendship has run its course

I can't handle being around her anymore.

 

 

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In the eye of the storm

 

it is quiet in the eye of the storm

a peaceful calm place to be

it is quiet in the eye of the storm

I see all my fear and sadness 

it is quiet in the eye of the storm

I will be quiet, peaceful, calm

and stay in the eye of the storm

where it’s quiet, peaceful, calm

forever