DEADLINE TOMORROW (19/4/13)

Thank you so much for all the poems you have sent us: they are truly wonderful, inspirational and heartbreaking. Tomorrow (19/4/13) will be the last chance to send in any of your pieces, so if there is anyone whose in two minds whether to send something- just get scribbling and send it in!

The next step is putting an anthology together and we are already looking at different ways to publish- in this day in age there are so many.

So thanks again and stay tuned to this page and our facebook https://www.facebook.com/buryinvolvementgroup.mentalhealth for updates.

from all at BIG

-* i Fall Deeper Every Day!♡

My minds racing from fear,

is there a way out of here?

A dark tunnel im in, & it wont seem to bend.

No happiness or hope, im stranded on a rope.

Just help me please. Make this pain cease.

Cease from hurt, heartache, & pain..

i just wish it’d be over.

This isn’t a game.

Life isnt funny anymore,

this isn’t a joke.

Im starting to cry, im loosing all hope.

This tunnel im in,

there is no end.

Help me lord, let this pain end!

 

-* This Is REAL♡ by Kayley Cline

Ya know, it’s hard living the life I live.

Not knowing whether to stay or go,

hoping to God I stay on the right road.

People dreaming, & me having nightmares..

when will this all end, this life’s not fair.

Somedays, I feel old, wanting to let go.

God is telling me to stay, but the devil is pushing Me away.

He’s taking over my body, for his satisfaction,

he doesn’t even care, about my reaction.

I just want time cry, I hold it in with a smile,

hoping & praying it will one day be worth while.

I just want to go, but I know I should stay..

all I can do, is hope & pray, for a better day..

The Monster by Heather E Searle

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poems, poetry

The green horned monster,

rises from the slumbering, depths of my soul,

those fiery, red eyes glaring,

a menacing smile its face.

Like a sharpened, double edged sword,

the tongue cuts through me,

the long, gnarled fingers,

grasping me round the throat.

I’m falling into darkness,

being dragged into the dark, murky depths,

I’m being devoured by this beast,

as a single, desperate strangled sob escapes from within.

Drifting in and out of consciousness,

day and night passing me by,

the green horned monster slowly retreats,

mission accomplished, finished for the time being

“Abuse and Pain” By Dean C

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mental health, poem, poetry

 

Innocent little boy sitting drawing in an art class class at school.

 

The sun is shining through the dirty glass window.

 

The smell of musty old sweat and stale aftershave,

touching, stroking and heavy breath ABUSE!!

 

Upset, tears and not knowing why? PAIN!!

 

Another day, the touching, the smell and heavy breathing ABUSE!!

 

WHY, WHY ,WHY, tear and physical pain.

 

On and on the abuse happens?!

 

A middle aged man using his control and abusive power,

to get his sexual satisfaction BASTARD!!

 

One night the little boy sees an end to his pain.

 

After the pain and tears, the aching stomach of despair,

the innocent little boy takes control by eating lots of tablets.

 

The pain goes away and is replaced with warmth, love and the return of innocence.

 

The I woke up from DEATH and I returned to ABUSE and the life of PAIN and all the under answered questions??

“Perfect, perfectly me” by Sarah Morris

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poems, poetry

A long long time ago, 
when I was a little girl, 
I never experienced fear, 
until my life changed gear, 
I was 11 when anxiety appeared. 

My life has never been the same since, 
I sometimes wish I could give myself a pinch. 
I never knew I could experience fear, 
It has just never ever disappeared. 

Life has been a rollercoaster, 
with hurdles all the time, 
I wish it had been lovely and fluffy like a nursery rhyme. 
I no longer want to suffer with the darkened days, 
where everything in front of me seems such a daze. 

Those days when living seem so far away, 
It almost felt like I had extreme debts to pay. 
Rejection, hurt, grief and loss, 
made me feel like nobody gave a toss. 

I only wanted people to love me, 
but there was obviously something wrong with me. 
I hope for the day when I can move on, 
at 31, life surely cannot be one big con.

My Bipolar Mind by Kayley Cline Bipolar 1 mixed age 17

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mental health, poems, poetry

Ever feel like your in a crowded room, but noone hears your screams or cries?

Just wondering if God’s telling you to say goodbye!

Keeping to yourself so you don’t cause others misery, looks like this cold hearted world has got the best of me.

Gotta keep pushing, I always tell myself..

Why push to live, if you live in nothing but hell..This is just a Bipolar mind. I’m use to it, use to being left behind.

A dark tunnel arises from the mind that is lost. Feeling like my soul has already been crossed!

So many emotions, different reasons everyday..

Sometimes I just wish God would take me away..

I fake a smile, to let others see the good in me,

But in all honesty, Im not who they think me to be.

People say everyday they get stronger?

I’m just me, telling myself..I’m not the devil’s daughter!

Here’s to the People by Kayley Cline Bipolar 1 mixed, age 17

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mental health, poems, poetry

Here’s to the people that commit suicide, but noone notices because they not pretty or popular,

You are somebody!

Here’s to the people that drink themselves to death, but everyone judges you,

I understand your pain!

Here’s to the people that use drugs, your strong but noone seems to notice,

You can do it!

Here’s to the people that have physical health problems, but everyone makes fun of you for your differences and doesn’t notices your strengths,

You can make it!

Here’s to the people with mental health disorders, noone understands, they just call you weird or crazy,

You are you, be you,You are Beautiful!

Untitled poem by Maddie Curnow bipolar 1

 

No one can explain what I feel inside

Everyday, I wish I have already died

I don’t even know who I really am

But all I think is life is a scam

Sometimes I’m happy, more times I’m sad

All I think of is the past

What I messed up or what I had

I wish I was a different person

But I know I will never change

I never appreciate what I have

All I think of is what is bad

I always think that god hates me

Because what he gave me

I cant run or hide

All I can do is scream inside

I think of all the pills I take

And all I think is that I’m fake

I don’t see myself as me

I see myself as my worse enemy.

 

Social Anxiety by Jon Holding

 

 

I am going out to a party, but I don’t want to go.

Even though there will be people there I know.

Everyone there will be looking at me.

How anxious I am, I can’t let them see.

 

People speak to me and I don’t know what to say.

I will embarrass myself before the end of the day.

My voice is shaky and my face is bright red.

I feel the beads of sweat all over my head.

 

My heart is racing and my mouth is dry.

There’s a pain in my chest, am I going to die?

My arms are aching and my legs feel like jelly.

I need a wee and I feel sick in my belly.

 

My breathing is heavy of that I’ve no doubt.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded I think I may pass out.

I’m living in a dream and nothing seems real.

I don’t want to live like this, I don’t like how I feel.

 

I tell myself i’m fine but I think i’m going mad.

I’ve been to parties before and they weren’t all that bad.

Its my negative thinking that makes me feel this way.

My life without social anxiety is for what I pray.