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Bound by my Brain

Two days ago, Friday the second of October, I was honoured to be part of the Anxious Bird Book Launch and Sculpture Exhibition to highlight the power of recovery through art. 
I chose to read the following poem at this mental health awareness night. 
Bound by my Brain
My experience with Depression
4/5/2015

My brain has turned black and started to escape my skull
I think that's why I don't feel well
All its matter uncurling, wrapping around my body and twice around the bed
Making it so I don't want to lift my head
The brain pumps a downer into my bloodstream 
Turning me against every goal or dream
The brain binds me with invisible shackles
Until I'm like a dog trying to break free from its chain
Once I'm secure and will not resist
The brain gives the knife its next little twist
With expert timing it sucks out all positive energy
Leaving nothing but a void
A place where my inner demons like to visit
It's time to meet Anxious and Annoyed
Now the negative voices go to work destroying my will
Then send my psychologist their bill
My mind plays its game making me believe this blanket is a cocoon
And the world is good if I don't leave my room
I often wonder why I feel like life is going down the drain
But it's because I have been bound and gagged by my brain. 
The end

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