Had to reblog this as I believe its the best thing I have wrote, its also a good way to say “I’M BACK””




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 . . 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

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A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)

A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)

He lived in a small home,
With no social interaction,
He found himself all alone,
In a fragile zone,
With no money,
With no one to love,
Just blood stained rugs,
And class A drugs,
But eventually he used all them drugs,
And had no money to get more,
Them drugs were his only escape,
Now his mind was sore,
Feeling was something he hadn’t felt in a while,
Slowly fading,
His future futile,
With no one to witness his hardship,
His mind became more and more ghastly,
He needed more drugs right away,
Before he became more and more nasty,
But with no money,
More drugs never came,
He was deprived of his narcotics,
Which turned him insane,
He would sit in the corner,
Speaking to himself,
This rundown man,
Had decaying mental health,
His mind didn’t agree with this drug free altercation,
He wanted to do something deplorable,
His body filled with anger and frustration,
His blood itched with ongoing irritation,
He couldn’t deal with his deranged mentality,
Eradicating his life was the easy way,
His brain telling him to cause a fatality,
Cause he’s too weak and fading away,
He talked himself into it,
He was the opposite of apprehensive,
He grabbed a rope,
And went on the offensive,
As he was ending his own life,
He realised it was such a waste,
A life with nothing to show,
Only the problems it faced,
This life was a loss,
Not many people knew he existed,
But could he have turned it around,
If his mind just resisted???

A Freestyle Poem By Corey Booth – 13/02/12 🙂