Helen

Helen Jun 2016

While you are
so busily
counting my scars
I am recounting
so visibly
every single
VICTORY
that each
and every scar
granted me

Helen May 2016

someone once lived here

She was like...
that rundown house you thought was empty. With each rock thrown, broken windows let in the cold, until one day, it was finally abandoned.

not quite a poem... I'll file this under 'other'

Helen May 2016

Licking Windows

I like to lick the window
he said
Whenever I see somebody
passing by
It's just my way
of saying* Hi
I'd like to chat to them
but today I'm beat
I can't seem to stay
upon my feet
so I dragged a chair
which was such a feat
from dining room
to bedroom
and I didn't cheat
I actually left the room
for a moment in time
I love the new curtains
by the way
the fabric is sublime
but next time you decide
to rearrange the outside
could you give me a heads up
so I don't run and hide
so I can memorise
the exact amount of steps
I need to take
from bedroom to the out world
so I don't panic
when I try to escape
from the toaster
which asked me
if I was hungry
or the TV that invited me
to sit down and watch
a show or three
I don't like it when they talk to me
I just want to sit by the window
next to the bed
and lick all those people
walking by
**who managed to escape
from their head

yes, he really is crazy but, he's MY crazy and yes, this is close to an actual event... but, I love him :)

#mentalillness #letstalkaboutit

Helen May 2016

One Day, I Hope to Be

I hope to be so smart
as those that loved
and got a broken heart
I hope to be so honest
and so philosophical
of the hurt put upon us
I hope to be so strong
to move beyond
and not be wrong
I hope to be so armoured
that it never hurts again
just like I always wanted
I hope to be just like you
as you write your heartbreak
in a style so true
One day,
when it all comes due,
One day,
I hope
to be,
just like you

9th May 2014

Helen May 2016

I'll never give up

when he could no longer
face the outside world
she came to his bedside
built a fortress of covers
under which they could hide
a world he was comfortable in
there she will live with him
until he's ready to look outside

#depression #anxiety #ptsd #nevergiveup #lovingyou

Helen May 2016

night time touch

at 3am my fingertips
will slowly drift
across your skin
only because
of the incessant need
to know you exist
laying beside me
I want to crawl inside
and simply hide
at 3am, your skin
is my tether to reality
as my nightmares
slowly begin
to descend
upon me