when I am feeling down?
It's never written with a smile
always a grimace or a frown
I'd love to have a creative urge
when hopelessness hadn't took hold.
and talk about the positives,
and not the negatives in bold
Why do I not talk about
the joy that music brings?
the beauty of a chilly morning
as winter turns to spring
Why do I never just stand still
and take in all of life's beauty?
instead life is just passing by
it seems to ignore it is my duty.
There are some people in my life
who make me glad to be alive.
When i'm with them life is easy
no need to struggle or to strive
The world with them seems simple
because then it all makes sense.
I only have to be myself,
no front and no pretence
When i feel happy & contented,
Answers I no longer seek
and on to paper my creative juice
just doesn't want to leak
It doesn't mean I don't see the beauty
or appreciate whats good
It just seems I have more to say
when I am spilling blood.
My life compared to many I know
is rich and when i'm dead
most people will not know the pain
and the demons in my head
Those that do, a select few
I trusted enough to tell
I'm sure they didn't all understand
but they helped me to stay well.
And to those very special ones
who read these lines when I am blue,
know who I am and are always there
I couldn't function without you
So please my friends don't be too scared,
if my thoughts seem dark or on the brink.
I write them down to help me cope,
leave them here then I can think.
The creativity I talked about
its more cleansing and it helps me
that's why I only write when i'm down
I leave things here and i'm free.
