[while a lot of my poetry handles themes of mental health I feel this one may be particularly triggering for those with experiences of abuse and trauma, so if you have felt discomfort reading things with such themes in the past, I’d recommend against reading this]
I’ll get drunk, I’ll be naive
I’ll choke on shots you won’t believe
How familiar this all is to me.
This downwards spiral down to hell
What percentage’s this let’s take a smell
Yes, yes this will ruin me nicely.
Poison, bottle, down the hatch
The world is blurring what a catch
This whole ‘existence’ deal is
I want to scream I want to die
I want to drink I want to cry
I want you to give me a single reason why.
So kiss me hard ignore my no
Put your hand around my throat
Take me back to places I don’t wanna go
It’s your face I see but not your eyes
Is that a frown is that a smile?
Do you shout my name in anger or in rage?
The tarmac’s hard against my knees
Tear me up, I want to bleed
I want to know I’m real now.
I’m halfway here I’m halfway gone
It’s not just the alcohol
It’s the Elsewhere that has taken me so long.
You get it now you’ve cottoned on
I don’t know why it takes so long
For the shouting yes the shouting to start
Let’s walk away let’s leave the rave
Just beat me to an early grave
I’ll be quiet now I promise I’ll behave
Smile at the taxi man
I’m here enough I know I can
I promise babe he won’t suspect a thing
I’m not nervous please look past my shakes
Tomorrow I’ll cry for my mistakes
But the moon’s still up and the world is different now.
We get out here panic sets in
My heart hammers hard as you break my skin
I see myself fall apart on the floor
A broken toy a damaged good
I’m so fucking weak I knew I would
Ignore me please this crying isn’t me
Okay so maybe I don’t enjoy all this
But it helps me see beyond the mist
It grounds me, helps me, if you will.
Those words this blood it’s what I know
The cries, the pain – I call it home
So if you enjoy it I guess it looks like we both win.
I’m the drum you beat and here it starts
There’s an empty hole right in my heart
It won’t last long but for an hour I’ll feel full
No, I don’t know how it got this bad
Therapy and pills, six years I’ve had
But for the pain that’s left I medicate myself.