SciamachyA Poem by CaitAn expressive piece of work that displays the uprising in mental health through the younger generation. This poem relfects how some may feel.
Sciamachy.
(n.) a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow 00:38 am. Wide awake, thoughts collecting, anxiety rising. Silence. Stuck on a treadmill of a silent killer that everyone seems to ignore, masked by a cocktail of happiness those ‘professionals’ call hope or the more realistic term, antidepressants. For me? I don’t get my daily dose of so called happiness. I don’t get the luxury to numb my paralysing thoughts, control my aching chest or to be released from the four walls inside my head. For me I am just “troubled”, “sad” or in a “phase” but knowing that you’re chained to your bed, too afraid to step out into the world and face your fears becomes normality when your mind gives in. I’m not a ‘different person’, I haven’t ‘changed’ and I’m certainly not ‘moody’. I’m just existing. Floating in a emotional puddle , feeling my skin tightening as my tears dry. Music blaring of suicide and chaotic lives. 01.02 am. My imaginary enemy lives with me, in my head. Every minute of the day, every hour of these painfully exhausting days. I battle my enemy. © 2018 CaitAuthor's Note
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