Friday I wrote about the pessures put on people by the media and society to follow their ridiculous demands by showing us the body beautiful. Resulting in Anorexia and Bulimia.
Even children as young as 5yrs are worrying about weight and looks . It’s not only women and girls effected boys and men are too.
Today I am writing about mental health, be it eating disorders, self harm, depression, anxioty …all of the above.
This poem talks of the “system” phyciatric care or maybe the lack of it. I witnessed some of this first handwhile helping a friend who’s daughter has phyciatric problems. The daughter also once spent a night in a police cell, the discription is almost interchangable.
I have also had the same experience nearly thirty years ago looking after a close family member (male) going through a “nervous breakdown” nothing much seems to have changed, the surroundings, the staff most of who do, do their best, the lack of information and support, the locked doors ( I know they need to be)
Well here is another reworked poem I do hope it can open an eye or two and hopefully let others know they are not alone.
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It Hurts.
Shoe laces taken
All you know, shaken
Not a razor or knife in sight
Still the pain sears through the night.
Corridors full of eternal walkers
Going nowhere, watched by stalkers.
Screams erupt so do tussles
Held down by ‘staff ‘ with muscles.
Nothing stops the pain NOTHING
Smile at family don’t let them see the bluffing.
It hurts, it hurts you needs to bleed
A sacrifice to the demon’s seed.
Doors slam locks turn
Fears grow behind doors souls burn
Help me please help me
Blind eyes don’t see…………………….
Shoe laces taken
All you know, shaken
Not a razor or knife in sight
Still the pain sears through the night.
willowdot21 
