I feel it’s all
right there—
within my reach,
yet so far away.

Goals, dreams,
all those shiny
self-help
and healthy-living promises—

I can’t be that person.

Someone help me.

lost inside my head,
buried deep,
digging its way to the surface with ****** knuckles outlines in depression, anxiety, and left over pain.
sit's my happiness.
Etched into my mind,
in every corner and crevis is doubt,
my loneliness and worry.
Wondering if they meant that compliment,
or if the friends that left did it because of my obvious insecurities.
"don't let it define you"
how about a simple,
" don't let it **** you"
The idiotic stigma of needing to be strong,
just makes it that much worse when every fiber of your dignity and self-love has been shoved into a shredder and left to burn.
When avoiding social interaction becomes a sport.
When your bed starts whispering in your ear to just stay a little longer.
Or catching yourself in the mirror, lost in the reality you don't even know yourself anymore.
buried deep, digging its way to the surface with ****** knuckles outlines in depression, anxiety and left over pain sits my happiness.
And the hope one-day it'll emerge from the barren scape of my mind,
keeps me battling the war of mental illness.

Stay strong,
breath they say,
smile.

The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.

I’m a working man, I’m licensed
Working with all three of my vices
Ones got a grip, the other a squeeze
That last one gets me down to my knees

At 14 I learned to like the buzz
Trip out wildly, watch out for the fuzz
I never shot up, only smoked and blew my nose
Forget all the highs, felt all the lows

Now I know better, what can I say
All the things I let make me that way
Should’ve known back then it was a mistake
Remember that when you dance at my wake

when winter comes  around and it begins to snow
we sit round the firelight turn the lights down low
turn on the radio listen to our favourite song
in the fire glow we both dance along

looking at the roof tops covered in the snow
pure and so white it gives your heart aglow
flames from the fire casting shadows on wall
looking through the window as snow begins to fall

dance the night away to the radio
dancing all night long in the fire glow
cosy as can be on a winters night
surrounded by the snow pure and so white