"Over the Edge"

Your so-called "help" has left me broken,

and worse than I was before.

My words remain unspoken.

I cannot endure any more.

How can you call yourself

a "professional"?

Watch my health

progressively

deteriorate -

and not even care at all?

You weren't content simply to

watch me fall.

You pushed me -

are pushing me still -

over the edge.

"That It Was Me"

Are you hurting me on purpose?

I tried to believe that it was me,

my distorted thoughts, the tendency

to over-analyse - and not

your inconsistency.


Why do people claim to be

your friends, when they are not?

Why must they make you give a damn,

and then leave you to rot?


I searched for ways to prove

to myself that it

could really be

simply

my own insanity,

that made me see

right through the lies.


Now I realise the truth:

It is not. It never was.

"Broken Girl"

She exists in a corner

of her own life.

This emptiness, that she feels inside -

you did not, could not, understand.

You never even tried.

Easier just to close your mind,

and leave the broken girl behind.

"And Sometimes"

And sometimes things fall into place,

only to fall apart again.


I crave the isolation -

lose all inspiration -

motivation.


I let myself

just fall apart.

I cannot

fight this sadness any more,

so time to close the door.
 

Tomorrow may bring hope again.

Tomorrow is another day.

"Depressive State"

Again, the darkness closes in,

so suddenly,

stealing her sanity,

and motivation.

Her mind and world both spin.

She cannot win.

The thoughts, relentless, will not cease.

The tears, and then -

the emptiness.

She cannot function,

cannot breathe.

Depression and anxiety

hold her captive

inside her own mind,

and she can never leave.

"Chronic Illness"

internal, external

the pressure is rising

relentless

with no compromising

my body is failing

they call this "surviving"

the pain is persistent

relentless

"Closing In"

The walls of her world are closing in.

Dark memories, secured within

a mind that's broken.


Words, unspoken,

hold such power. Still.
 

Years can pass, and feel like days.

She walks through them, in a daze.


The walls of her world are slowly closing,

closing in.