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There's an anorexic patient with me
in the mental health ward.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips
to the plastic hospital food.
Her skull is wrapped in
the alien fingers of
a pale feeding tube.
And I wonder if she's still
the keeper of her soul.
Her wrists are as frail as
the silver threads
of delicate spider webs.
Her skin is fragile
and paper-soft.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips.
She's just another patient
(without a name).
Her eyes are lifeless,
lost.
And I wonder what that makes
me;
another patient
who sees only
her disease.
in the mental health ward.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips
to the plastic hospital food.
Her skull is wrapped in
the alien fingers of
a pale feeding tube.
And I wonder if she's still
the keeper of her soul.
Her wrists are as frail as
the silver threads
of delicate spider webs.
Her skin is fragile
and paper-soft.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips.
She's just another patient
(without a name).
Her eyes are lifeless,
lost.
And I wonder what that makes
me;
another patient
who sees only
her disease.
Literature
Self Harm
A cross upon my wrist,
Blood that makes me sane,
Release a heavy burden,
Of never ending pain.
A mark for my regret,
A cut across my arm,
Trying to find my comfort,
My comfort is self harm.
Literature
Dear self harm,
Dear self harm,
I am writing to thank you for your help over the past few years. You have helped me through a lot of my problems throughout my life. But I'm not sure if I can go on seeing you.
We met that one night a few years back in my bedroom. It was surprising how we just clicked like that. We're perfect for eachother. Whenever I was angry, you could always calm me down. Whenever I was upset, you'd replace my tears. Whenever I needed you, you were always there. You are my best friend. You are my hero. You are my saviour.
But then our relationship started going badly. I began to start using you. I insisted on you being there even whe
Literature
Sadistic Lullaby
Hush little baby, say not a word
There never was a mockingbird
Roses are red until they die
Oh, soon enough like you and I
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
Sky so black, the moon so far
Mary had a little lamb,
And the fleece was black as coal
When you fall asleep tonight,
Then the world will steal your soul
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Rockaby babe, in the tree tops
When the wind blows, life then stops
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And dead will be baby, smile and all
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is,
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I realised today, that one of the patients I keep thinking about, who was with me in hospital - I never knew her name.
And it makes me so sad, because we used to smile at each other,
but I never learned her name or heard her voice.
and I wonder if that makes me less human.
And it makes me so sad, because we used to smile at each other,
but I never learned her name or heard her voice.
and I wonder if that makes me less human.
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The pain that this poem emits, both for the narrator and the subject, is overwhelming.
Sometimes I want to go to a psychiatric hospital and hug every patient because I know that it's hard.
Sometimes I want to go to a psychiatric hospital and hug every patient because I know that it's hard.