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Alex Evans Poem
Back inside. Back safe and sound.
Wrapping up another broken heart from trusting too quickly.
Should’ve laughed and left when I had the option to. Running out of space on my shelf of broken hearts.
Back inside. Back quiet and scared.
The taunts of mental illness pounding on my door. The screams of victims to them.
They ran out of whole hearts. They’re all broken now.
I’m comfortable in failure
It’s only after that I’ll hurt, for during I’m the sailor mapping out tides I’ll avoid any turn.
crashing into the same bridges that I’ve already burned.
Back inside.
Using facts only I know about, saving myself from the haunting face of loneliness
Creating the ambition to conquer my wildest dreams keeps me safe and sane.
Its my turn to do the taunting now.
I’ve navigated through the stars. Sailed through all my broken bridges. I saved myself and picked myself up when no one else would.
I’ve learned what no one else could. Done things no one should. I opened that door and looked mental illness square in the face and told it to beat it.
Wrapped my arms around those that needed it. Picked them up when they didn’t know how.
I want to do the same for you. I want you to navigate the stars and for you to travel the seas and skies and all things between ‘em I want you to take what ever is beating you and scream at it.
I want you to know you’re not alone.
No ones alone in this life.
I will try my hardest to give you my heart if you need it.
That broken-hearted shelf needs taken down. The scars need to stop bleeding and your heart needs to start beating. I want the colour of your cheeks to brighten this world.
I want to see this world where everyone glows and no one has shelves to hold their broken hearts
Copyright © Alex Evans | Year Posted 2018
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Alex Evans Poem
My mind runs like a wolf
I try to slow it down,
pace myself.
But it's set on winning the race,
the race no-one started.
The race no-one else is running,
and yet my mind still demands a challenge
Creating competition for the most simple things
'You have to get over the road before the car passes otherwise your whole family will die.'
Or,
'You need to run up these stairs so the monster of the hallway doesn't grab your feet and pull you back down.'
I find it so hard doing the most easy tasks because my own mind fights me at every turn.
'No, you can't talk to that person because what if you mess up your words and they laugh at you?
It's not being able to sit down in a public place after being stood up for so long because you'll look weird and, why didn't you sit down in the first place?
It's not being able to sit down because when you got there,there was a person in one of the seats and you can't sit next to a person, what happens if they try to start a conversation?
You can't talk to them.
It's not being able to go anywhere by myself, because people might judge how i walk, or how i talk.
It's going to self checkout everywhere I can, because I don't want to feel judged for what i'm buying
At school, i can't ask a teacher for help. In fear they will think less of me and that i'm stupid.
I can't go to another classroom and ask for something, without feeling sick, dizzy and like I don't even need it that much, do I really need to ask?
Do i need to knock?
Knocking on a door.
Seems simple,right?
An easy, simple task.
Right?
Wrong.
I can't knock on the door.
It makes me feel sick,
butterflies in my stomach.
My head starts to spin,
feeling lightheaded.
My mind is running a race.
And once it starts, there's no stopping it.
Copyright © Alex Evans | Year Posted 2019
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Evil lurks, not only in the shadows
It lurks in your soul
Splitting you
Separating your whole being
Pulling you limb from limb
But yeah, it’s just in your head
Don’t worry. It’s only on the inside
Wouldn’t want to burden anybody
I’ll find a hobby
Distractions always work
If only for a short while,
There is bliss.
Copyright © Alex Evans | Year Posted 2019
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