Taking another pill to be mentally stable,
I just want to show the world that I am capable,
I’m sick of these thoughts going back and forth like a ball on a ping pong table,
I remember the times I wanted a label,
Now I’m sick of it,
Convincing myself I’m emotionally disabled.
I think back to the times I thought you were carrying my daughter or son,
That gave me the strength to feel like I should carry on,
Then I decided you were not the one,
And since then my life feels harder then sporting in a triathlon.
Everyone I’ve loved has taught me it’s not worth doing,
All my life I’ve had to be choosing,
Feels like I’m in a battle that I’m constantly loosing.
Guess I better start sewing cause I’ve been stitched up by love,
Walking the streets calling people sis and bruv,
The life I’ve lived has been known as rough,
Therapist after therapist saying to me that must of been tough,
I’ve grown up and it’s about time enough is enough.
Leahs.poetry 