Digital Dialogue: A Poem from Sarah Strutt
I explain my apathy whilst they assess my risk
My suicidal thoughts and intentions are dismissed
Which direction for me next?
Exhausted all that they suggest
A simple request for help becomes a desperate protestI want that answer, that fix that I know does not exist
50 simultaneous voices bellow in my head
To move my limbs like hauling lead Surrounded by irritants
Disregard or compliments
Plagued with guilt for my feelings
For my self-inflicted bleeding
Relationships appear fractured though for nobody else
Can any more confusion be caused by my mental health?