I just want to sit and cry,
The slightest little thing set's me off, WHY?,
What happens to me to make me feel so blue,
Why does it happen to me, but not to you,
I want to scream, I want to shout,
I feel really bad without a doubt,
I can't cope with everyday life,
I have to though, I'm a mum and a wife,
Some people just laugh and say cheer up,
I just want to shout, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!,
You don't understand how I'm feeling,
PMS has got me reeling,

I'm usually quite loving and caring,
But PMS gets me glaring,
My family laugh, "It's the time of the Month"
Just leave her alone, she's down in the dumps,

I just wish sometimes it would go away,
At really bad times it can ruin my day,
Sometimes I say things that are really bad,
Afterwards it makes me feel so sad,

When PMS strikes, I feel like a freak,
Why does it affect me for over a week?,
It's not the real me, that people see,
It's the PMS taking over me!!!

I can feel my mood changing,
I know soon I will start raging,
It’s the on come of my PMS,
It’s really making me feel the stress, I shout at everyone in my life,
Does this make me a bad mother and wife?

They all know signs,
PMS is in my eyes, I can feel that I’m frowning,
Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning,
I wish these feelings would got away,
So that I can enjoy my day, Why am I so down in the dumps,
I always seem to have to hump,

I just want to sit alone,
If no-ones around I can’t moan, PMS changes me as a person,
I snap at everyone for no reason,
I just hope that they all know,
Jus how much I love them so!!

Mental health problems are illnesses,
The same as all health problems.
If I were a diabetic, or had a heart condition,
I would gain much sympathy and consideration.
However, if I became depressed,
At best,
I'd be ignored.
There are times when i feel down:
I want to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Being told to pull myself together does not help:
After all, I am not a pair of curtains!

How would it feel to be real?
To be cuddled and not feel pain
To cry from happiness and not from hurt and pain
Love and friendship, ha get a grip, you sad drip
Existence hey… is that what you want everyday?

I see but am not seen
I have dreams but they have no means
I care, I see, I feel, that’s real

So many that suffer, I wish I could take it away like no other
This world is messed up, so much maybe I should give up
So many children hurt and abused. This is real, how do I deal?
Self harm used to help, now its past it and I feel no guilt
So much pain with nothing to gain, my head, the messed up brain
People walking and talking, I see there hurt, they are hurting

How do take it all away for you? il hold it
Il take your sadness, your hurt your pain, but not to gain.
Hurt by others, now you hurt yourself. Come on don’t do this to yourself

josh x

I am falling,
Stuttering, shaken and unsure of the fate that awaits me in the next devieving lie.
Before me I see the shape of my soul,
Forever changing like the colour of the non existant.
I am a failed fairy tale,
My wings burnt by the sun,
Covered in skin, myself I am trapped.
Rising up from inside the earth,
All knowing, unforgiving,
Bitter and twisted.
This is her revenge.
Falling out of myself,
Out of mind, body and soul,
All alone in space and time,
Through inexistence I fall,
Going no where,
With no where to land,
This is my fate.
I am already dead,
This is my death.
Roxanne Royer
No happy ending

Dealing with depression throughout your life
Can have a strain on a husband and wife
Sometimes you feel it will never end
We can fall out with our family and friends
When the black cloud hits what can we do
Nothing can stop us from feeling so blue
Depression is hard to deal with no matter what
Young or old, married or not
Having someone to talk to is very good
Sometimes people can draw their own blood
Others try to end their lives
Some just wish they could but never try
Depression is an illness that is taboo
So many people suffer not just me and you
Some people try to live a normal life
Hiding the sadness they feel inside
Depression is hard to understand
Sometimes we just need a helping hand
To get us through the black hole we are in
And try to heal the hurt within

The angels are looking down from above
They are lovingly watching over us
The angels know if were happy or so
When we are good or when we are bad
If an angel thinks that it is our time
They will make a big bright light shine
I’m not scared of following the light
That’s shining so brightly in the night
I will let the angels guide me along the way
You can be assured we will meet again one day
Don’t be sad when it’s my time to go
I just want to make sure that everyone knows
I love you all in different ways
The angels will look after me in another place!

Look at reality as an inexistant force.
An inexistance, a formality,
That controls the minds of those who choose to believe it.
Those who don't believe are either already long gone,
Or are trapped.
Trapped within the implication,
Struggling to break free.
Free from the ever higher reaching walls of my mind in which my voice lies,
Struggling to breath.
Choking on a hypothosis, Wishing I understood what this was,
And what I was supposed to do.
Wishing I could hide from the demon that lies within,
Silent and peaceful,
Until the voices are awoken,
Summoned to ensure I am forever without escape.
Roxanne Royer

Am I the baby
Who I have pictures of
Her big eyes staring
Straight at the camera
I've been told she was good
Never grumpy or whiney
But this is not me
I don't know who I am.

Am I the toddler
Who I can remember
She had baby-blue eyes
And bows in her hair.
I remember her laugh
I recall her smile
But this is not me
I don't know who I am.

Am I the child
Whose memories I share
Her hair tied in pigtails
Held with pink bunches
She laughed as she swung
On the rope in the yard
But this is not me
I don't know who I am

Am I the girl
Who giggled shyly
As the very first boy
Kissed her right on the lips
I remember her blushing
And keeping it secret
But this is not me
I don't know who I am

Am I the teenager
Who didn't mind crying
For she knew that someone
Would be there to help
I remember that feeling
I can feel it no longer
But this is not me
I don't know who I am

Am I the young woman
Who everyone sees
When I open my front door
And walk down the street
I see where she goes
And I share the same body
But this is not me
I don't know who I am

I know this silly woman she drives me around the bend
One minute she is happy, next she’s not your friend
I know this silly woman she is crazy as can be
I thought I had mood swings, but she has more than me
I know this silly woman she is really very nice
But upset her and you know it because she tells you more than twice
I know this silly woman she often says hello
But if she doesn’t like you, she will definitely let you know
I know this silly woman she is as crazy as can be
Every time she’s moody she blames it on PMT!!!!