top of page

Digital Dialogue: A Poem from Sarah Strutt

I explain my apathy whilst they assess my risk

My suicidal thoughts  and intentions are dismissed

Which direction for me next?

Exhausted all that they suggest

A simple request for help becomes a desperate protestI want that answer, that fix  that I know does not exist

50 simultaneous voices bellow in  my head

To move my limbs like hauling lead Surrounded by irritants 

Disregard or compliments

Plagued with  guilt for my feelings

For my self-inflicted bleeding

Relationships appear fractured though for nobody else

Can any more confusion be caused by my mental health?


bottom of page