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HappyDays Feb 2019
When my darkness descends,
It’s a scary place to be,
Isolated, alone and confused,
It feels like it’s just me.

You rarely see it coming,
It catches you off guard,
It sneaks around without you knowing
But my god does it hit you hard.

All the thoughts going round in my head,
There’s too many for me to bear.
Feeling helpless, afraid and tired,
I sometimes wish that I wasn’t there.

No order, control or reason
When the thoughts overrun my brain,
Can’t explain myself to anyone,
It feels like I’m going insane.

All those people around me,
They just need to give me space.
Be patient; just sit there beside me
Until I get myself out of this place.

People will ask if you’re ‘fine’.
Of course you smile and say ‘yes.’
But inside you’re screaming and shouting,
‘No I’m not; can’t you see I’m depressed!?’

~HD
A poem inspired by a poem from my Mum.
HappyDays Feb 2019
Here it comes again.
Slowly creeping through my mind,
It poisons every inch of me and
Attacks all that it can find.

I brace myself for impact.
Once again let the battle begin.
But doubt begins to fill my mind
‘Cause I hardly ever win.

I withdraw myself to safety.
More so for others than myself.
As the numbness overcomes me,
I put my feelings up on the shelf.

My mind is screaming with every thought,
Yet all I portray is silence.
I don’t want to say how much it hurts,
But I need you to notice my absence.

The ones I love see the worst of it
And I struggle with the guilt.
They tell me they’re there to help me
But my walls are too strongly built.

I’ve now stopped counting the amount of times
I’ve found myself alone on this mission.
If you’re really going to stick around,
Please;
Help me break out of this prison.


~HD

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