Thursday, 14 December 2017

Loneliness is the real killer

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m sad, I’m angry, and I’m confused.

I know that I haven’t been the best friend.  I’ve been uncommunicative.  I barely leave the house.  I don’t go to meet ups.  In fact, I don’t really do anything but go to appointments.

It might sound lazy but I’ve been this way for a while as a result of the pain and fatigue that come along with my genetic connective tissue disorder.  I can’t walk much any more so I use a wheelchair to get around.  I’m not strong enough to wheel myself so someone else almost always has to push me.  I’m not allowed to drive because of my fainting so I need a chauffeur.  I get exhausted and overwhelmed very quickly due to sensory overload and the stress of trying not to faint.  Every time I exert myself to attend a function, or even an appointment, I am laid up for days afterwards with excessive pain and fatigue that have me moving like a 120 year old and napping like a 2 month old.

I’m almost 31, I have no life, I have no hope, I have no strength.

I can’t keep fighting for people to take notice of me.  I can’t keep fighting to remind people that I exist.  I can’t keep fighting to keep people in my life.  I just can’t keep doing it.

I’ve tried to reach out.  I’ve tried to make my feelings clear.  I’ve tried to tell people how difficult I’ve found things.  I’ve tried to carry on and not let things affect me.

I’m not happy in my isolated little bubble but it’s better than being ignored.  It’s better than getting my hopes up and having them dashed.  It’s better than the anxiety when people don’t respond.  It’s better than feeling depressed when people I thought were my friends don’t seem to care about me anymore.  Life alone is better than life full of rejections.

With everything my health has taken away from me, my ability to walk, my ability to work, my independence, my sense of self worth, this hurts the most.  

I miss my old life, I miss my “good health”, I miss feeling like a person, but most of all, I miss my friends.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Grief consumes me

There is something lacking
Within my soul
I feel an emptiness
Where it should be whole.

I know not what
I know not why
I know not how

I can't identify what I feel
I don't know how to feel
I am scared to feel
And so I block feelings from me

So all I feel is empty
And an all consuming grief
Grief for what could have been
Grief for what I have done

I don't know how to be a friend
I lose them all the time
I don't know what it is I do
That pushes them away

I know not what
I know not why
I know not how

All I feel is sadness
It grips me with it's claws
Digging ever deeper
Scraping at my sores

So here I sit with a tear in my eye
And a broken, empty heart
I need to become a better person
I need to make a fresh start.

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Lost in my own mind

My mind is a maze
Of broken thoughts
And forgotten memories.

My brain holds me captive
It refuses to let me go
And tells me I'm worthless.

My mind is a prison
My thoughts are my cage
My memories are my tormentors

My brain holds the key
Far out of my reach
Torturing me with hopelessness.

I have so many questions
That remain unanswered
That cause me nothing but pain.

When will I be free?
When will they release me?
When will the suffering end?

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Pain that never leaves

Fading scars
Blunt blades
Signs show
I am in control

The pain is there
It never left
But
I am in control



Sunday, 5 May 2013

Red & White

It comes again
the urge to see
the red upon the white.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Goodbyes are painful

It's been 6 months and I still miss her. I miss seeing her, speaking to her, texting her, chatting to her etc. I miss the fun times we had together. I miss our dinners out and how easily we could talk. I miss being able to share with her. I just miss her.

I still don't fully understand what went wrong. Sometimes I get upset when something reminds me of her. I haven't got round to deleting her number and every time I see it I hurt a little more. I guess I hoped that one day she'd contact me, let me know why she brought my world tumbling down.

Maybe I'll never know.

Friday, 22 March 2013

The lines I draw

I can't help but cry
The pain runs in lines
Drops form and congeal
They smart as they start to heal

Why am I cursed
With this compulsion
To draw lines
upon my skin

My arm tells a story
My legs are a map
My shoulders show
Their stripes

I am a soldier 
Returning from war
With wounds that
Tell my story

My gashes heal
But new ones are torn afresh
I have survived one battle
But I already fight the next

This is the struggle 
That never stops
I am within its grasp
For ever

What would my old schoolmates say
If they saw how I had changed
My body is a roadmap
Of pain and suffering

My eyes are blank
My heart is broken
My life is ruined
And I,
I am dead

It's a lonely world

It's a lonely world
up in my head
I see people talking
can't hear what's said

Worry

Worry

Worry, it eats away at me
I struggle with the pain
Worry, it consumes me
I struggle to stay sane

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Am I a misanthrope?

For a few weeks now I've been feeling agitated when I'm around people. I am only at peace when I'm alone and even that peace doesn't find me often.

More and more I've been wondering whether I'm unhappy because I expect too much from other people. I expect my friends to be there for me 24/7 in case I need them. I expect people to accept me for who I am. I expect people to understand my needs and meet them.