A Peom for the Faint Hearted

A Poem for the Faint Hearted

by Laura Callaway

Don’t give up

When you’re beaten, cast down

And this world gets you down

Til You can’t see the light, only dark

In your heart, but your heart longs for more

And your broken and raw, or

If you done stuff wrong and long

to get away –feel you can’t stay in this place

Too much longer, trying to be stronger but

Falling apart, suffered blow after blow

And can barely bare to lift your head

Sometimes wish you’d rather be……

If you’ve attempted and bled.  Then

tried to bind a wound, cried,

And tied a knot to try and halt the pain

To try and choke the flow of hope before

It can open up a way to disappoint again

And leave you sobbing, frowning.

Drowning, hanging on by your fingertips,

Broken, burst open. Hurting.

Then left to try and mend

A broken heart that you cant even find

The pieces to fit, ‘cos its smashed into bits

And you lost the key a decade ago,

Trying to find how to learn and grow

Desperate to change but

Brain too fast, body too slow

In a state; despair, dismay, finding a way

The world is so grey, Fading away, Invisible.

Can’t find the way out – doubt there even is a way,

When you’ve wronged, and you’ve longed

For your dying day and choked

On the words to your favourite song

Forgotten to breathe and fallen to your knees

And Begged not to go on, prayed to a god

Who don’t know right from wrong

Who you don’t believe exists

And fallen to bits. Too much too young

Fallen too far, wished and wished

On a falling star, falling, trying,

trying to smile, but, dying, inside, wanting to hide

secretly crying, knowing you’re lost, unfulfilled

searching for answers that aren’t understood,

Trying your best, if only you could

Feeling unloved, Pathetic, no good,

The burden of blame too heavy to hold

Feeling old, Too weak to sustain composure, and remain calm and collected.

Affected by life, infected with strife Going insane, Feeling confused, like a child again,

Nursing and cursing an aching brain,

Nursing a drink, Sober or not

Addicted to whatever, smoking a lot, Smoking pot,

Nursing a need, get by with weed or Whatever you got,

whenever you get the chance cos you’re empty.

Losing the plot, out of control

On the blink, on the brink, Falling overboard or about to,

sobbing at the kitchen sink, Open Wounds,

Blood and bruises and feeling bemused

Abused, used. An abuser, a user. Confused.

A loser. Bad, mad, a little bit sad, weighed down

with wrong decisions, blurred vision

that won’t ever see Through the same eyes hereafter,

Another disaster, Losing the dream you once chased after.

Can no longer smile, cried a river of tears,

Got a torrent of fears, raging a war but

Don’t even know what your fighting for, anymore

Unable to cope, Lost every single shred of hope

Flakey and achey, life is in tatters

Everything shattered your insides are battered

And nothing matters anymore

A burnt out soul, a brain too sore

Screaming out loud with your lungs fit to burst

But no voice to be heard and your heart on the floor

A big gaping hole ripped right through your core,

Been trapped and broken and hurting too long

The nights are too long, nothing is right

When you feel such distress, just hoping You might

Somehow break free from this mess.

Been trapped and broken and hurting too long

Yelling to the World that you don’t belong.

When everything everything is utterly wrong………

Keep strong.

I said, keep strong.

Look how strong you are.

And know that you’re not alone

And things might get better, sometimes they do

There’s always someone out there Who has some hope for you.

Even the tramp, the murderer, the dirty

Even the worst, the broken, the burst open

The overwhelmed and the insides are hurting

The Girl snorting coke in the corner and cursing
The lowlife who gave it to her
The sad, the bad, the mad, the scared
The teenager pregnant and unprepared
The girl who was raped, the boy who escaped

And even the fucked up bastards who hurt them.

There is always time for change,

Its never too late, to re-arrange

Or be who you might have been

And there is hope for the sick

The cracked up, the packed up,

The smashed hopes dashed and the picked on
the meek and the weak

Those who blush when they speak,

The stuttering and muttering

With nothing left to give

And no more options left.

If you take one piece of advice today,

Take this…. I'm speaking from the heart:

Never Never Never Give Up.

And just try not to fall apart

When this world gets you down

And you cant take no more.

Good things will come

Like they have done before.

And as long as you are breathing

There’s more right with you than wrong with you.

Tomorrow is a Brand New day

And Tomorrow Will  be too.