Poems

Schizophrenia, madness, insanity, or condition lacking humanity, Desperate for understanding, starving for support, Carers soldier on tired, anxious, and totally

You stole his youth you stole his life you stole his liberty You stole the dearest precious gift that life

(When my son recovered enough to live in his own flat, no less than 100 angry residents staged a protest

(Hopes for the future) The wheels of improvement are turning They’ve been rusted and seized for years Decade upon decade

Beta blockers, Tranquillers, Amphetamines, or Speed Uppers downers lost emotions nothing fills the need Big fat pipes stained spoons &

(The Hawk comes from case history 2 in the book; this young man has been addicted to heroin for almost

(A Conversation in the Playground) Have a sniff, d’ya wanna whiff? I love going high I use the dosh mum

Unless you’ve suffered from a mental illness it’s hard to imagine how painful life can be. I wrote this poem

Self-Harm is very misunderstood I have talked to patients who have even had problems with professionals. A young girl I

This work is about someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was a both a