BREAKDOWN
It's a hard being this strong
Filtering out the all of the wrong
I don't know how long, how long
I can keep holding on
The journey I've spent all alone
I can't wait until I'm finally at home
I breakdown every day
Feel like I'm going insane
Neglect from me and everyone else.
I breakdown every day
Anxious mess is driving me
To somewhere I cannot get out
It's hard healing yourself
When you haven't had the help
I live the past and melt
'Cause I can't deal with the hell
Psychology's got so me compelled
So I work on it to help myself.
I breakdown every day
I can't deal with what comes my way
When your cries have fallen all the way down
I breakdown every day
What more can I say
See what I become after I rise back up!
DIFFERENT BEAST
Beautiful rose, so pretty and red
I hold you to wonder, but instead
You teach me a lesson I wouldn't have learned
When I held you once, I was disturbed.
I dreamed it would be a heavenly grasp
And all was granted, for wishes I asked.
When reality shows itself to us all
She's a different beast that stands this tall
So slender and attractive and full of grace
She will stab you whilst looking at your face.
As the blood will flow, and your heart may stop
She stands there with grace, as you drop.
9-KAH
I don't need you,
for my validation
I've suddenly come,
to a realization
I only need my drive,
and my ambition
If it was you or me,
I know my decision.
I thought I only felt
With an incision
I'm sorry I put you
In that position
I looked beyond the pain
I was on a mission
I bid you farewell
I am off for remission
I'm walking my way
I never needed permission
Trauma will skew
My feelings and my vision
Don't lose myself
Without any restriction
Tell my story
Of heartbreak and addiction
Don't cover it up
It is not an affliction.
I know who I am
And I say it with conviction.
CRY FOR HELP
I'm sick that you're selfish,
I'm sick of your name,
I'm sick of your callousness,
And heart-breaking games.
I never even saw it coming
I didn't even know you then
When you said that you don't know
I knew I lost a friend
But you meant more,
Oh, I wish you knew
Much more of me
And how much I truly grew
But no assistance
No one even heard me cry
When it matter you weren't there
And now I ask you why?
Did you notice I'm broken
I'm beyond what you can save
Did see me lighting
And now I'm ashes from flames.
GRIM
I cut myself...in half
And I walk away.
As I pass you,
A slice
And I realise,
I am no longer moving
My feet are shackled to the ground.
And it is the only thing
Stopping me
And it is the only thing
That has kept me DOWN!!
I am cutting again...
But this time it is your face
And my blood,
Runs cold,
and my eyes...
Cry rose petals, they fall like silk
And I know ... I have been buried alive
BLEUGH!
I know I can be difficult,
I did not learn to deal with it,
I know I can be loud,
While inside I silently die.
I know I am emotional,
But I give you, my truth.
I know I can be negative,
But I am a cynic at the root.
I know I shut myself away,
But it is because I am ashamed,
Of how wrong the image of me is,
And how I appear to the world, repeatedly.
My insanity is in my laughter, my sanity is in my tears.
My deviancy is my anger and what I feel is still in here.
My complicity is my way of surviving, even beyond my needs which nobody hears.
And at the end I will live alone.
And I will die alone.
But I will savour every moment that I survive this dark part of me.
And every year is another accolade, that I never gave up on my family.
The ones that deserve my protection and guidance,
The ones that put up with my self-hatred and violence.
If someone truly loves you, they won't cry on your shoulder,
They will do something right and they'll dare to be bolder.
They speak out and fight your demons right by your side,
They will be with you no matter the ride.
ABOUT CHARLI
"I have been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Borderline / Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and severe long-term depression and anxiety. Authentically written at the times of mental health episodes, ranging from 'splitting' to psychosis, my poetry is involuntary; it is the most honest I have been. The words are painting a picture that may educate those who do not know about the conditions I live with and, also, invoke a feeling of identifiability in the readers who do live with these conditions."
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Charli's book 'Verses of the Insane' is out now.
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