A Little Struggle Poem by Hannah Davies

Into the centre I walked
Met a lady and we talked.
I couldn't think straight
But I was sat in a room and it was too late.

We arranged for me to go back in three weeks
Can I really do this or will she think I'm a freak?
What will she say?
I wanted to run the other way!

But I know I have to talk things through
It's something that I must simply do.
Just lately I've been feeling so sad
Returning is the depression I once had.

I'm sliding back down the hill
Those memories are haunting me still.
It's making me more upset
The more flashbacks I get.

It's even happened at work too
I lock myself in the toilet as don't know what to do.
Never before have I been so scared
These flashbacks take me by surprise and I'm never once prepared.

So counselling is the way to go
Allow my true thoughts and feelings be shown.
Hopefully I can then move on
And all the bad things are dealt with and gone.

I can't keep letting this take control
Constantly eating away at my soul.
It needs to be dealt with before it's too late
Before all I have left inside of me is self-hate!