Depression

depression

Depression

Not wanting to live,
But not wanting to die,
Drowning in your own thoughts,
And wanting to cry.
Very low spirited,
Day after day,
Not being able to sleep,
When in bed you lay.
Irritable and impatient,
Feeling full of despair,
Even when you awake,
You’re in a nightmare.
Distancing yourself from others,
And finding it difficult to speak,
Thinking what is the point?
As the future seems bleak.
Wanting to self harm,
Battling with anxiety,
Listening to repetitive thoughts,
While sitting there so silently.
Tired with no energy,
You cant cope with the stress,
You cant make no decisions,
As your mind is a mess.
One in five get depression,
So alone you are not,
And you will get through it,
Even if your mind says you cannot.

A Poem By Corey Booth . . 🙂
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Some Days… -My Life #3

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SOME DAYS……

Having a conversation,
I’m the only one talking,
Embodied in a war,
In my mind it’s fought in.
Asking questions to myself,
Answered then unanswered,
Decided then undecided,
Right,left, always divided.
Anxious about being anxious,
Paranoid about being paranoid,
Depressed about being depressed,
Stressed about being stressed.
Questioning my questions,
Thinking of thinking,
Overthinking as the thoughts sink in,
Now I feel as if I am sinking.
This becomes more troublesome,
Not all understand as it only troubles some.
I guess some days,
Are better than some days,
And I hope someday,
The thoughts will go away,
Maybe one day…..

A Poem By Corey Booth 03/10/16
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One Life, One Chance,

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One Life, One Chance !

You have one life, one chance,
To let dreams become reality,
It looks difficult at first glance,
So you need to change your mentality,

The journey is the reward,
Life is not over until its over,
Every idea needs to be explored,
You are your own four leaf clover,

Where there’s a will there’s a way,
Giving up is for the weak,
Seize the moment and capture the day,
And be your biggest critique,

Pain is just weakness leaving the body,
What don’t kill you just makes you stronger,
Head held high when things get rocky,
Plan and prepare for even longer,

You are built not to shrink down,
But to blossom into more,
Turn any negative around,
And come back more forceful than before,

An obstacle is often a stepping stone,
Which the toughest will get past,
Not scared to fight the unknown,
They…

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Loose Term

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Loose Term

“This music is making me depressed”,
“This film is making me depressed,
“There’s nothing to do, I’m so depressed”,
“This writing is making me depressed”….

People say to me,
“What you write is Emo”,
What that really means though,
Even though the words ain’t alive,
I actually make it seem so.
When they say that though,
It makes me proud of the words I’ve put on the shelf,
I’m putting my pen to paper,
While conquering the inner evil that lurks inside myself,
People can actually feel the story,
Even though it has no health…

Lets just remember,
These are the people,
Who have never suffered with the term,
And even though they think they know the true meaning,
They have never felt it’s true burn..
I guess what I’m trying to say,
People who make these remarks,
Are the people who have never been depressed,
So I understand what they are saying,
While hoping they never get that demon as a guest…

A poem by Corey Booth – 21/03/16

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The Hiatus – My Life #2

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The Hiatus – My Life#2

They say keep your enemies close,
My enemies my mind so we can’t get any closer,
Why can’t we just become friends,
Everyday I hope for this grudge ends…
I’m nearly 24, with nothing to show for it,
Another year passes with nothing to show for it,
Medical issues making me crazy,
life I’ve had enough of it,
If I had the bottle to get rid of it,
I’d be 6 foot under and loving it.
No friends acknowledge me,
My own family doesn’t even acknowledge me,
This makes it even harder for me.

I wish I can put their eyes in my brain,
So they can see my pain,
Understand what I’m going though,
And never leave my side again.
But that’s not possible,
Damn right impossible,
This mental state has taken me to the hospital.
Anxiety got my heart wanting to explode,
This shouldn’t be happening to a 24 year old,
But I bet you will all talk my name when my body implodes…
Medical issues.
Financial Issues,
Mental issues,
Social issues,
God pass me some tissues..
To whipe away all these problems,
I don’t mind being a stand out,
I ain’t asking to be regular,
Just take away the anguish,
Please I’m on my knees begging ya..
If you lived a day in my head,
You would come out scared,
Vision impaired,
Thinking when you got to take your next med,
Hoping the next day never comes as you lay in bed,
Thoughts function in your head saying you’re better off dead..
Somehow I’m still here fighting and unwinnable war,
Maybe it’s family I’m doing this for,
So I’m just going to keep taking every
Bullet, stab and blow,
And keep praying it will all come together as I grow…..

I take back what I said,
I can’t take the strain,
Any bit of faith I had left,
I no longer retain,
I’m playing a game with life,
And with these cards that I’m dealt,
I must be playing with the devil,
Because his fire is making me melt.
Because this agony won’t stop,
It’s got a hold on me,
I guess my soul ain’t as reinforced as I thought I would be,
And if I don’t wake up tomorrow,
That would be a present for me…

 

I wrote this while going though a terrible period of depression, the gaps between the writing represent when then got wrote, I didn’t take any note of the dates while writing, I hope you can understand why I disappeared off here for a while after this. I am back now with MANY stories and poems to post, thank you for reading!!! 

Corey Booth……. 18/03/16

Twitter – @CoreyPoetry
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A Bipolar Point Of View

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A BIPOLAR POINT OF VIEW

Bipolar is the name,
That’s what made her flip at her boss,
A conversation so little,
That made her feel so cross,

Her unshared beliefs,
Are what got her in the wrong,
One minute her mind was there,
The next it had gone.

She retreats to her home,
Thoughts racing through her head,
She is anxious and worrying,
Over all the stuff she has said.

At the time it was the correct way,
She was confident she was in the right,
I guess her poor judgement let her down,
Now she hopes it will be alright.

She continues to sit there,
Feeling euphoric and high,
One minute she’s calm and collected,
The next she is wanting to die.

Along with her risky behaviour,
She feels extreme irritability,
Feeling like a loose cannon,
Suicide is a possibility.

She finally heads out of the house,
To get booze and drugs to take away the stress,
At one point she was feeling like a genius,
Now she’s in a mess.

She buys excessively,
On things she don’t even need,
From clothes and toiletries,
To vodka and weed.

She goes back home,
And starts to hear things around her,
She’s starting to panic,
And the noise’s seem to grow louder.

These noises have been caused,
By her increased deficiency of sleep,
And her lack of concentration,
Which has made her mind very weak.

All of a sudden she is back on track,
Analysing what she has done,
Thinking about what she has caused,
And how it can be undone.

She has manic depression,
A character of two sides,
What she says isn’t in her control,
It’s her brain that decides.

A poem by Corey Booth – 30/06/13

Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Bullying

Bullying

Bullying to some is a touchy subject,
But defiantly not one we need to neglect,
Bullying is when someone shows deliberate aggression to another,
A constant dominance which causes the victim suffer.

It’s a relationship with unequal power,
When one causes another to cower,
The victim goes through persistent pain and distress,
This is something we need to suppress.

So what are the symptoms and signs?
Well for bullying there are many different kinds,
In school their progress could be limited,
When their spoken to they may not be interested,
The victim could burst into tears easily,
And they could run away from home frequently,
They could stop eating their food,
And be disrespectful and rude,
Walk around fearful,
Or sit there tearful,
They could dread the school walk,
And be too frightened to even talk,
Their possessions could be damaged or missing,
They may try to end the life that their living,
They may be too scared to even leave their home,
These are just some of the reasons victims shouldn’t be alone.

So why does bullying still thrive?
What is the bullies drive?
Is it because adults say “nothing can be done”?
Or is it because they think it’s big and fun?
Is it that the “Anti-bullying policy” is not effective?
Or is it that bullying is just not that detective?

How can it be reduced?
Do harder consequences need to be introduced?
Do we need more public Co-operation?
Weekly discussions to release frustration?
There could be agreed discipline procedures,
And courses to point out bullying features,
We could try to challenge myths and behaviour,
So we can do these victims a favour.

So if bullying is happening to you,
And you can’t stand the torture you go through,
Just use your voice and ask for help,
People do care, don’t silently yelp.

An Awareness Poem By Corey Booth – 08/02/12