Reach Out

When your mental health
Comes under attack
And you’re feeling like
You’re going to crack

When there’s nowhere to run
For you can’t escape yourself
What should you do?
How should you get help?

Should you block it all out?
Anaesthetise the pain?
Self-medicate, self-harm
Self-destruct, go insane?

Sink into a hole?
Close the door on the world?
Suffer in silence?
Let it take a hold?

I really don’t think so
Try to find a better way
Talk it out with someone
Maybe meditate or pray

Put a pen to paper
Allow it to come through
Don’t keep it bottled up inside
If it could mean the end of you

Please don’t ignore it
It won’t just go away
Reach out, find a cure
So you can live another day

It’s time to erase the stigma
Surrounding the disturbed mind
Anyone can have a meltdown
At any point in time

Could be me, could be you,
Could be her next door
And it’s purgatory when it’s strikes
And you’re writhing on the floor

Self respect down the drain
You struggle and toil to stand tall
The last thing such victims need
Is judgement, condemnation and scorn

It’s just a little blip
It requires understanding
Compassion, love and patience
And utmost care when handling

If we can eradicate the fear and judgment
Sufferers will be able to shout
Not ashamedly imprison themselves
And perhaps seek the ultimate way out

It’s an illness like any other
And can be treated in a myriad of ways
So please, FFS, reach out!
Get help for goodness sake ❤️


Done my back in
Hurts like hell
So soon after Toothgate
I’m miserabelle

Don’t know how it happened
But it sure did
Can’t bend down
Without looking like a flid

Hobbling around
Is so unattractive
Cannee go to the gym
Condemned to being inactive

Gonna get flabby
If I ain’t careful
Gotta stop munching
Feeling annoyed, obese and awful

Can’t wear heels
Without feeling pain
Contemplating getting
A flamin zimmerframe

Must be getting old
Could be osteoporosis
Add it to the list
Of ailments I’m diagnosed with

Alexander Technique
Is sounding a good option
Have my spine stretched out
And maybe put in traction

How long this will last?
I have no bloody clue
But I sure can’t swing from the chandeliers –
I can barely go to the loo

I need an MOT,
A service, an overhaul
Gonna book myself into Kwik Fit
Let them tinker with it all

That should do the trick
They sorted out my car
It’s running like a dream
Now it’s my turn, thank you, Ta!

Maybe it was all that dancing
Wot done it, hmmm, perhaps –
The field was so uneven
And I wasn’t wearing flats!

That’ll learn me, I suppose
Next time I’ll know better
But boogying’s good for the soul
And us midgets feel the pressure

Of not being able to see
Through the person in front’s head
And having to endure
Having stumps instead of legs

So platforms are a must
Whatever the conditions
We suffer for our lack of height
And wear them on every expedition

When I say ‘we’ I mean I
And not in the royal sense
But let’s not get me started on wee
For I just might cause offence…








Been to the dentist
For a Re: root canal
Had needles in my gums
To numb me out
He’s been digging and a-drilling
Into my molar
I really cannot wait
For this saga to be over!

When he Re-packed the tooth
I was in pain
Had to go back
To have it drained
That didn’t work
And now it’s infected
Not gonna deny I’m
Feeling dejected

Agony ensued
Three sleepless nights
Been back four times
To get it put right
He opened up the tooth
Again and again
But that’s not workin –
I’m still in pain

Drugs aplenty
I’m going up the wall
A little demented
When will the story end?
Can’t take anymore
Feeling so rancid
I’m on the floor

Gotta go back Tuesday
To finish the job
Costing me a fortune
Think I have been robbed!