Daisy Tyrrell Poet Bio

Locked In the Dark

I smile and laugh wildly, having fun with my friends
They don’t know what a huge lie, i have to pretend
To my friends I’m the funniest girl who’s so full of life
But they don’t know how many times, I’ve held a bloody knife

To them I’m the girl, who loves to strut down the street,
Yet they don’t even know that I feel so incomplete
To my friends my laughter can spread,
They don’t know, inside my happiness is dead
To my friends my smile can brighten up their day
They don’t know that I’ve shut my feelings away

I’m locked in a prison, one I can’t escape
A place where my sole is constantly raped
In my prison there is no love or spark,
All alone, tired, desperate and left in the dark

In the dark there is this monster in the dark waiting for the kill
The danger sends out terrifying chill
I’ve faced this monster before, it’s dressed in disguise
My spirit breaks down further, slowly releasing its cries


I have had enough so I bring out my knife
Piecing my skin figuring out how to end my life

I know it’s nobody’s fault; I’m the one to blame
After all I’m the one causing myself the pain

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Elizabeth Kinch November 5, 2017 at 9:02 AM Daisy I've not been on PS for a while but visited today and have just read all your poems. I've cried, prayed and am sending healing thoughts to you. My daughter suffers from anxiety and aged 13 took an overdose, the first we knew of her problem. Thankfully she survived and we've watched her grow into a wonderful woman, she got married this year and works as a nurse. Anxiety still rears it ugly head every now and then but opening up to others was her salvation. Elizabeth Kinch November 5, 2017 at 10:13 AM Wise words Richard. Hope you take them on board Daisy. X Richard Lamoureux November 5, 2017 at 9:55 AM I am so happy your daughter found her way. When a person is in the midst of depression there seems no hope. My wife taught me about opposites, when you don't want to smile smile when you want to close yourself in go out, when you don't want to be with people go be with people. I'm glad to say that advice really helped. Daisy if you don't want to go for help go for help. Daisy Tyrrell November 5, 2017 at 9:54 AM this is so comforting, to hear a true story, knowing that there is a possibility to overcome my situation. i am so grateful for all of your support x

Mick Talbot November 5, 2017 at 4:37 AM Hi, Daisy please tell me this powerful thought-provoking poem is fiction. You don't need my help in writing, but, life is full of but's, if's, why's. Please, please say this fiction. Daisy Tyrrell November 5, 2017 at 7:14 AM unfortunately all of my poems, i write are based on true accounts, i can't talk to people so i just express myself, and at the same time i could be able to help a similar sufferer to me x

Afolabi Muideen November 5, 2017 at 12:55 AM What a beautiful poem this is! This gem makes me remember the history of a wealthy man whose generosity and kindness to people, made them love him. suddenly, the man shot himself dead on one evening. Everyone was then wondering what could make a very wealthy man that give the poor shot himself. However, they realized that, everyone has wound in the mind. Excellent piece. Daisy Tyrrell November 7, 2017 at 6:06 PM thank you so much, this is oh so appreciated xxx