Sleep calls, its siren song sounds
filling synapses with treacle toxin
sluggishly eyes falter, breath deepens.
Reality falls away.
Anxiety ascends to its throne,
taking charge, parading crystalline hate
in celluloid reels, images encrusted
spattered and damaged.
Fists start to clench,
pounding pillows,
trying to free those innocents,
away from the nightmarish thugs
vapours in the mind.
Foot kicks and kicks once more,
as fist finally hits something hard
knuckles leaving ****** imprints on the floor.
Another night awake, scared of sleep.
Crimson dripping awaiting to be stemmed.

Tomorrow needs you .
You don’t know what seeds
you will miss out on seeing grow.
You already planted them so,
you
might as well live another day.

See what sprouts pop up in the
warmth of the sun.
Tell me, are you having fun now?

It’s just the way life goes.
So, please stay a few more days.
A few more always leads to
A few more.

There's a firework inside my head
Pulling me away from tasks
Begging me to rest
Slamming the doors to others

Maybe it's "me time" once again
Just me, and the quiet of being alone

I dug a deep hole with no way out,
I lost control there is no doubt.
My mind is ruled by food,
I am not the same who I am being viewed.

I ate or I don’t fell well,
Those are lies I frequently tell.
Check for a toilet before I eat,
Without throwing up I won’t be complete.

No matter how much I eat it has to go,
That is the only way I know.
Dizzy and tired all the time,
But stopping now would be a crime.

Other have it worse I am just weak,
If tell anyone they will think I’m a freak.
Living with a secret isn’t fun,
But damage has already been done.

Down the river,
Depleting my anger,

Chasing sunset,
With a fixed mindest!

Growing houseplants,
Just like a house pet.

Unleashing my isolation,
With a lot of dissociation

With his hands on his
ears,                                                            ­                    
                                                                ­                                                        
he tries not to
hear,                                                            ­                                        
                                                                ­                                                        
as the voices cry
out,                                                             ­                               
                                 ­                                                                 ­                      
in his head fear
sprouts                                                          ­                                    
                            ­                                                                 ­                         
You can sense his
frustration,                                                     ­                             
                                                                ­                                              
without knowing the
situation                                                       ­                                                                 ­
 You can see he's suffering
inside,                                                          ­                                              
                  ­                                                                 ­                               
and it makes me want to
cry                                                              ­                                      
                                                                ­                                                
Teary eyes and a smile on his
face,                                                            ­        
                                                        ­                                                            
he says that he feels out of place                                                            ­                                                                 ­   
 Urges me to want to pull him in                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                       
   try to give him strength
within                                                           ­         
                                                                ­                                                
Many years of pain, lived again &
again,                                                          
­                                                                 ­                                                   
as we both pray for it to go
away                                                             ­                               
                                                                ­                                        
knowing it has yet to
end                                                             ­                                                       
                                                                ­                                                    
So fragile is he, yet as strong as can
be                                                               ­     
                                                                ­                                                    
   you want to love him eternally                                                        ­  
                                                              ­                                                
Sweet, gentle giant innocent as a
child                                                            ­  
                                                                ­                                                
  with a perfect disposition and a weary smile