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pain
in my head
though I’m no longer sure if the pain in my head is the pain from within or pain from bashing
my head against the wall to try to stop the pain from within
pain
must
make
it
stop
tears have long since dried on my face
too much crying blocked my nose and sinuses making the pain
in my head worse
pain
in my head
my brain tells me I should call somebody
but who
it’s two in the morning
my parents will be asleep and they have work tomorrow and I
was never their favourite anyway
if I call my lover his wife will answer and there’ll be
trouble
and pain
more pain
pain
in my head
so I drink
and drink a bit more
and open another bottle
there’s not much point using a glass as there’s nobody here
to see me and a glass would spill when I bashed
my head against the wall to try to stop the
pain in my head
perhaps another drink will stop the pain
pain
in my head
and I gather together all the pills in the flat
and arrange them in little piles on my bed
even the vitamins
although I’m not sure how effective the vitamins will be
I’m not sure how effective any of this will be since I’m
new to this game and I hadn’t planned for the
night to turn out like this
I just want to stop the pain
in my head
so I start to swallow the pills with mouthfuls of drink
seeking
oblivion
and release
from the terrible terrible pain
pain
in
my
head

‘my brain tells me I should call somebody
but who
it’s two in the morning’
One thing that always strikes me is the sameness and the difference of those suffering from depression/anxiety – I’ve been in that room, in the dark, too – and all those feelings of unworthiness that overwhelm and seem so honest. Nothing is more honest than that. Everything else seems false. Love how you see through it.