Craiglockhart (Not Yet Diagnosed Nervous)
When I kicked over the wheelchair
I couldn’t do the simplest task,
except the epileptic flailing
of my military antimasque.
Turning on the hissing gas-lamp
had me reaching for the mask.
You opened up my mind
and you didn’t even ask.
Sh-sh-sh shut the fuck up,
I think I’m going insane,
I’ve got all these bombs
going off in my brain.
Wednesday 2nd July 2014 3:17 pm
If all you told were lies,
I heard only truth.
If manipulative were your motives,
I was putty in your hands.
If you used me for excitement,
I was thrilled for you.
If your emotions were all feigned,
I was your audience, suspended by the fiction.
If love you never felt,
I loved it for you,
And if conscience, you had none,
I was moral for us both.
Do you hide...
Thursday 29th May 2014 1:45 am
My name is juvenile delinquent
I’m losing my mind now,
it happens again and I can’t do anything about it.
Anxiety, anger, confusion, depression and loneliness
fight to get a foothold in my beleaguered mind.
Just about to go mad, insanity beckons,
don’t let my neurosis lead to psychosis.
I don’t want to be a Section 20, locked up forever
with only bars as my com...
Thursday 20th March 2014 5:36 pm