So cold, Why is it so cold? The air as I suck it in In gasping breaths After I have punched my knuckles…

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

center WILL HE JUMP? HE STANDS THERE WAITING WILL HE TURN BACK? HE LOOKS DOWN

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

Depression is... Like a towering mountain, On my back Like my shadow, Always there, always dragging me d…

The moon howls out in the night In so much pain its beautiful comp… The sun writhes in the day sky in… How long can you stare at the sun… Grey storm clouds let loose a torr…

When you’re too tired to feel Too numb to care When there’s no one there To hold you close The Darkness obliges

Thoughts collapse Mind full of gaps Can’t escape Pain takes shape Cuts on a wrist

You can’t see me My eyes are closed So you can’t look into them Besides, your eyes are closed too. You can’t touch me

Where do I go Where do I run When each breath means pain The pain of going on Which is far worse than