Category: Mental Health

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Oil and Quicksand. A poem.

Laidback DM

My dreams are oil and quicksand Darkest thoughts, you understand A heady brew, an unlikely mix Brought to life, a concrete fix Dragging me down where dead men float Tarred and feathered in the undertow Set me alight in fire and flame All the better consumed by pain Oil and quicksand in my head Hope sunk deep, my feet in lead Throw me a rope that I’ll ignore Through neglect, self-pity, forevermore Let me be forsaken and forgot Let my head go under, into the bog Disappear in peat without a trace Oil and quicksand, my resting place Continue reading Oil and Quicksand. A poem.

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Ignorance Is This. A poem.

Laidback DM

I ignore her when she’s near Easier to build walls of insecurity Defences built on shyness and rejection fears So I talk to other women Because I do not care for them I pretend she isn’t there Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her) I wonder if she ever wonders why? Guess not, I’m just some other guy Who she connected with briefly Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all Yet I hope and pray That she might love me one day Why do I … Continue reading Ignorance Is This. A poem.

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Three Years Later…

Laidback DM

So, here I am, three years after the most harrowing time of my life and everything is pretty much still the same.  I’m not any closer to finding a real purpose. I still have no love in my life. I’m still socially isolated. I still have no idea what I’m doing (my prayers sound like they’re on constant replay). I still have nothing to look forward to. I still suffer from anxiety and depression (although I can walk around now without fear of the walls closing in, so that’s something), I still have no work opportunities, I’m still pretending to … Continue reading Three Years Later…

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Amongst the Ashes. A poem.

Laidback DM

Some daysI want to open my wristsAnd let them breath in reverseTake the irony of my existencePaint it in the colourOf lonelinessEmptinessHopelessnessAnd watch it flowSlowlySurelySluggishlyDown the porcelain sinkThat holds all my pointless dreamsAnd wash them awayMaybe thenI'll find sweet reliefAmongst the ashes Choose life. Every time. Don't give in to suicide. Life is too precious to waste. Steve Continue reading Amongst the Ashes. A poem.

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Turbulence. A poem.

Laidback DM

They're across a crowded roomAnd the narcissist withinIs screaming "look at me, look at me"But the introvert withoutIt whispers "look away, look away"Trying to smile is a struggleAs complex and as simple as a Gordian knotAnd while the cannibal butterfliesConsume your insidesAnd the flush creeping upMakes you look like a fire hydrantAnd you're thinking hardHow not to screw it upThey've started talking with anotherAnd all you have left is self reproachAnd one big "Doh!"Better luck next time Continue reading Turbulence. A poem.