Do you live in a gilded cage What was once supposed to be the dream Became a golden nightmare When did the nightmare come to fruition When did the walls close in Did the paint flake off first Showing cold iron Instead of gold Was it the long nights and days Was it the chances […]
What does it look like to battle your demons For ssome it looks just like a regular person They get up every day Put a smile on and fight through their day For others its impossible to get up Everybody fights their own demons Whether they be Depression Anxiety Alcoholism Addiction Bipolar PTSD Or something […]
21 Guns go off Saluting the fallen 1 of the 22 22 a day A warrior that lost their war Against their own mind Some days their demons screamed so loud They couldn’t think Some say its cowardice but they’ve never been there They’ve never lived with it Where every day that you get up […]
Copacetic is an interesting word It has a lot of the letter from Apathetic And sounds quite similar at least to my ears Websters gives the definition of Copacetic as “in excellent order” Other definitions are given as “Completely satisfactory or OK” Apathetic could not be more different though “Having or showing little or no […]
The thin yellow line The thin blue line The thin silver line All blue bloods through and through A family of blood sweat and tears And on those rare occasions joy Not by birth Not by vocation But by calling By the blood we bleed When we lose one of our own You’re not born […]
Asking For Help Asking for help Something so simple But so hard I’ve never liked the phrase a cry for help It makes it sound like you need pity But when you’re struggling with things mentally Whether its depression Bipolar PTSD Anxiety or anything else The last thing I feel for anyone is pity You […]
We all fight different battles We all fight the same war Making it through life with our hearts and minds intact Some battle depression Some battle anxiety Some battle bipolar disorder Some battle PTSD I battle depression and loneliness It is a fight that I have fought More times than I care to ever remember […]
The Mad Poet's Street Corner 