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    A friend of mine wrote this fantastic poem (below) about mental health, and it's inspired me to make this thread. If anyone else wants to share a poem (or a big rant) please do.

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    This thread is part of Mental Health Awareness Week, with the 2018 theme of stress. You can check out the rest of TSR's threads on MHAW here.

    My friends awesome poem...

    It Gets Better
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    It’s a messed up kind of world
    When one of the hardest things to do
    Is just to wake up every day
    Because you’ve got a day to get through

    And sometimes it can feel like
    There’s no-one by your side
    No-one that you can talk to
    And nowhere you can hide

    It’s easy to feel helpless
    Hopeless, tired and lost
    You can pretend that you’re alright
    But it comes at a cost

    Because we’re told not to talk about it
    To never let it show
    To keep all of our feelings
    Wrapped up, hidden down below

    They can eat away inside of you
    Like some kind of black poison
    Making you want to hide away
    And not any light or noise in

    But once you start to use your words
    And explain how you’re feeling
    That’s the very first step
    On that long, long, road to healing

    I won’t pretend it’s easy
    In fact it’s incredibly hard
    It’s a fight that can leave you tired,
    Beaten-up, worn out and scarred

    I’m not saying these feelings will disappear
    Or vanish overnight
    You won’t wake up tomorrow
    And suddenly be alright

    But as you sit there listening,
    Or reading all these letters
    Know that I’ve been there, I’m still there
    But trust me, it gets better

    ~ C. Richardson
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    Is it bad that I've wrote quite a few of these?
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    (Original post by MrsMars)
    Is it bad that I've wrote quite a few of these?
    No.:nah: Everyone should have an outlet.:hugs:

    Fancy sharing?
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    (Original post by 04MR17)
    No.:nah: Everyone should have an outlet.:hugs:

    Fancy sharing?
    They're not great but I don't see why not.

    I'm definitely going to regret this later :rofl:
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    Trigger Warning: Suicide Ideation, Suicide, Death

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    #134 || 3/2/17

    before we part I ask one favour
    please relieve me of my pain
    leave no chance for me to suffer
    send a bullet through my brain

    Oh, you don't like the gun?
    quite alright, I'll find a way
    drop some poison in my tea
    I don't wish to see another day

    What's that? You don't like that too?
    perhaps you'll be comfortable with
    slashing a blade across my throat
    help me! I've lost my will to live

    if this doesn't sit with you well
    drown me in salty water
    let me be reunited now
    as the devil's daughter

    please do not back away
    I beg you don't deny me this
    the only thing I ask you now
    fulfil a damned demon's dying wish


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    Trigger Warning: Anxiety, Depression, Social Pressure/Stigma, Death

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    #143 || 15/2/17

    heavy eyelids
    heavier heart
    smiles that seem
    worlds apart
    eyes avoiding
    chest heaving
    voice cracking
    hope leaving
    inner voice
    calm down
    your judgment
    in a frown
    your eyes observing
    taking it in
    image in mind
    this social sin
    she doesn't want to smile
    or eat or speak or walk
    what's your problem
    if she doesn't want to talk?
    if she's zoned out
    why do you take offense?
    why do YOU feel violated
    when SHE is feeling tense?
    why do you see her anxiety
    and tell her she should smile?
    what if your legs were broken
    and you were told to walk a mile?
    why do you see her depression
    and tell her it's not that bad?
    'some people are worse off
    you have no reason to be sad'
    you see her so far gone
    and convince yourself of lies
    your piercing gaze raking over
    every time she cries
    enough. it's over
    she finally sighed
    her body yours to uncover
    now that she has died

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    Trigger warning: body image I guess :dontknow:

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    Help me
    Help me please
    Don’t ever go away
    I’m falling to my knees

    Help me
    What have I done
    These thoughts in my head
    Make them go away

    Help me
    I’m going down
    I need someone to hold on to
    Someone to turn my frown, upside down

    Help me
    Help me please
    My life is crumbling before my eyes
    I don’t want to wear a disguise

    I don’t want my face hidden
    I don’t want...
    I don’t want...

    But what do I want?
    I want fairness
    I want freedom
    I don’t want to hide my face

    Out of shame
    Jealousy
    why do I compare myself to others?

    I wish I wouldn’t
    I wish I couldn’t

    Help me
    Help me please
    Don’t ever go away
    I’m falling to my knees
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    (Original post by MrsMars)
    Is it bad that I've wrote quite a few of these?
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    (Original post by ars gratia artis)
    Written*
    who cares?
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    (Original post by MrsMars)
    who cares?
    About the English language? Certainly not you, that's for sure.
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    (Original post by ars gratia artis)
    About the English language? Certainly not you, that's for sure.
    nice
    pat the back for that one
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    (Original post by ars gratia artis)
    About the English language? Certainly not you, that's for sure.
    Uhm chill thank you please.:erm:
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    I have written quite a few of these:

    Not sure how to do the spoiler thing

    Trigger warning? I think

    The event horizon

    Imagine a blackhole
    A contortion in the fabric of space
    Twisting it to breaking point
    Formed by a star collapsing into itself
    Running out of fuel
    Nothing can escape

    That is me
    In me
    Around me

    Imagine a river
    And a boat
    And people on the boat
    The rapids of the water
    The same speed as the boat travelling
    Upwards
    Going nowhere

    That is the event horizon
    Light at a loss
    Gravity is an equal

    I am there
    Desperate
    And tired
    And worn out
    And fatigued
    And going nowhere
    What
    Is
    The
    Point?

    Why don’t I stop?
    Let myself fall in
    Just let go
    Just end this
    pain

    I am in the black hole
    Simultaneously obliterating into pieces
    Incinerating
    And no one knows
    No one can see
    No one can see this me

    I’m just freefalling







    Synthetic misery membrane

    My synthetic misery membrane tonight
    A tear
    Its contents roll down my face could I make this more concise?
    A puddle emerges on my pillow

    It could not hold in any more Could I make this stanza more concise?
    It could not hold me any longer
    I could not smile any longer

    Artificial
    Fake

    Trapped inside my membrane
    Drowning in its matter
    Alone
    It surrounds me.

    Can I break it?
    Should I break it?
    Am I it?
    Will it break me?





    The acts I play

    The final call
    Breathe,
    Slow and gentle,
    Like you’re trying to make a candle flicker,
    The darkness shifts shapes,
    In and out,
    (how else would you breathe?
    Up down?),
    Smile,
    Carefully control each muscles contraction,
    Tightening,
    To force a relaxed smile,
    You spiral your hair around your finger,
    Wind and unwind,
    Twist your fingers around each other,
    Tangle into bending shapes,
    Stop,
    Smile,
    Just be normal for five ****ing minutes.

    Curtains up
    The act has started,
    No mistakes,
    The shell must be maintained,
    No cracks,
    ‘I’m fine’ (I’m breaking),
    ‘everything is great’ (everything hurts),
    ‘I will be okay’ (I want to die),
    Look carefree,
    Sylphlike.
    You’re cracking,
    You’re (pretending to be) tall,
    Holding the space,
    The room,
    As much as your (small) body can,
    You’re actions exaggerated,
    Slowed,
    They see only (the fake) you.

    Curtains fall
    Just in time.
    They cant know,
    No muscles in your face contract,
    This is you,
    Dead eyed, dejected you,
    The candle has blown out,
    Smoke rises from the wick,
    Curling,
    Choking you,
    Until you convulse,
    Until your reflection shatters,
    Lines cut through you,
    The pieces fall on to the floor,
    And you are empty.

    Black,
    Bleak,
    A shadow.

    Curtain call
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    These are all well written but I am a worried for some people, My messages are open if anyone is having a tough time.
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    Great idea for MHAW! I've only got two lines so far but will try and contribute to this a bit later (doing uni work atm :work: ) :ninja:
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    Trigger Warning: Depression, Self-harm

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    i don’t know where to begin; my patience is running thin. thinner than paper that i lay my words in. for all I am doing is covering my skin with sins and yet, i had been told that i would still win. but how can i do that when the voices in my head demand me to be dead? i shred my limbs apart as it bled and spread.
    dread filled us all ahead.
    slowly, darkness consumed me. dark clouds filled the skies above me. i was ready to set myself free and flee above those seas that have been stained by my blood. i am truly a dud.


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    Trigger Warning: Suicide, Nervous breakdowns
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    Breakdown
    But only if we could tell when the storm is approaching. Anyway
    remember that it won't end unless you make everything end, then sadly you have to
    explain to others that you have created a cold glow that can't be extinguished...
    And how can you explain that the person you are running away from is inside of you? So you
    keep feeling your chest choke up and you can't breathe you can't breathe you can't-
    Don't forget it won't end unless you make everything end.
    Oh you know that it's all your fault. Everything is your fault. You let stress drive you. You are insane. You did this to yourself.
    When was the last time you slept without hating yourself?
    Now you're crying - you don't deserve to cry.

    Alone
    Another weakness, another burden;Another problem, another murder.There she lies, breathless and alive.Her sadness channels across the waves Her eyes drifting in and out It's too cold to move

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    No triggers; it's about insomnia.

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    The lights stop burning at the 29th hour.
    The sheep are mocking me.
    I hear nothing but the ticking, 
    Ticking, 
    Ticking 
    Of the clock, 
    And the whispers of the day gone: 
    “Another one wasted” 
    “Did you really show your best?” 
    “Another day closer to --”
    The anxieties knot into an alarm 
    I don’t know if they’re pulling me into them, 
    Wrapped in the comfort 
    That if I didn’t worry, 
    I wouldn’t care 
    Or pushing me out of my mind 
    Because I’m not quite good enough there. 
    
    The lights start burning at the 39th hour. 
    Too bright, 
    too bright to keep my eyes open, 
    But too enticing to let them close. 
    I want to find meaning in this. 
    I want to find meaning in you. 
    Have I lost sleep because you lost me, 
    And you took that in trying to find me? 
    The conversations that we lost 
    Found their way back to me. 
    Is it because you’re saying them again? 
    Is it because they want to be heard? 
    They’ll have to fade to a whisper though, 
    Mum, because sleep and I have catching up to do. 
    
    The mind starts wondering at the 49th hour. 
    But time’s just a word for now. 
    This is the hour of the soul,
    The flight into the wordless and thoughtless. 
    Automaton, I don’t see with my eyes. 
    I see stars at midday, shining, 
    Glistening, 
    Glazing the sky. 
    Some are probably dead. 
    I see the man the boy always wanted to become,
    Standing back-turned to the man he became. 
    The terrible insight of the unbroken light. 
    One day, maybe, I’ll see nothing.
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    SIDE EFFECTS

    This is about anti depressants and other psychotic drugs
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    Feelings.
    Weird aren't they?
    There's to feel, and then there's to feel; and then... there's to. FEEL.

    But feelings are weird and weird they may be.
    They make that connection between you and me.
    Feelings get you high and feelings get you low.
    Feelings beat and batter you all over the show.
    While feelings can be great for some people they're not.
    If you can't control your emotions I'm afraid that's your lot.

    You might see a doctor, they could say you're fine.
    Pushing you back from that finishing line.
    You could tell a teacher! They'd know what to do.
    But they're stressed enough without dealing with you.
    You may tell your parents. You'd get lots of hugs.
    But that's not gonna help me! So I'm turning to drugs.

    Citalopram and Fluoxetine
    Disulfiram and Fluvoxemine
    Vilazodone and Temazepam
    Risperidone and Triazolam
    Sertraline
    Duloxetine
    Topiramate
    Prochlorperazine
    Atrolak and Clorazil
    Nozanin and Largactil

    They may me happy, they numb my pain.
    This is good for me, I was never sane
    My friends are on them and they seem fine
    These are helping me cross that finishing line.
    Now I'm in control: it's all in my hands.
    But these drugs aren't safe and won't follow your plans.

    The effects not the same, my body has learnt.
    Those feelings have altered, once again my head hurts!
    I can't concentrate - was this a bad decision?
    My head is filled with many things, my thoughts are in collision.
    I can't cope with this, I'm having regrets
    I'm so messed up from these side effects.

    Nausea
    Headaches
    Back pain
    Neck pain
    Nightmares
    insomnia
    Vomiting
    Anxiety
    Depression
    Mood swings
    Diarrhoea
    Loneliness
    Suicidal feelings

    This has to end, I can't take any more
    If I keep going now I'll end up a drug whore
    This stuff is addictive, I need it to stop.
    But I can't come straight off it, can't take such a drop.
    I could seen myself off, it can't be that hard
    But one wrong move and I'm on a funeral card

    I might ask the doctor, but I've done something bad...
    If they shout at me I'll be even more sad
    I'll work it out, though my pain isn't clear
    Can't cry in the night cow someone might hear

    So I'm stuck. No way out.
    Can't scream or shout.
    Or run about.
    My life is in my hands.
    And I don't have plans.
    Big choices
    Strange voices
    High stakes I can't stand!!!

    12 months later, it's better
    Not fixed. Just better.
    It had to get worse, but now I'm improving
    Can't formulate words but my life is still moving
    While feelings can be great for some people they're not.
    If you can't control your emotions that is NOT simply your lot.

    Feelings get you high and feelings get you low.
    Feelings beat and batter you all over the show.
    But feelings are weird and weird they may be.
    They make that connection between you and me.
    So share your feelings; and share them with pride!
    Someone's there to listen and you don't have to hide.

    Don't bottle it in: you'll make yourself worse.
    Humans are here to talk and converse.
    On your left or your right, in front or behind,
    there's another human being with feelings inside
    Whether far or near, below or above
    You look out for them, with feelings of love.
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    i my self having suffered pyschosis..and on meds still.for it.....i get these poems..and can really relate.......dont give up youll get there
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