Missing You

This poem was part of my way of dealing with the loss of my nan. She was never judgemental and was always there for me whenever I needed someone to talk to.


Missing You


As I sit here and think of you.
Missing the love,
That you gave me.
You're gone,
And I can't bring you back,
I've lost you forever.

The tears trickle down my face,
As I cry wanting,
Your sweet embrace.
You took away,
All my fears and pain,
My troubles you’d erase

You where always there for me,
Your loving
Your affection
You never ever,
Let me down in anyway,
You always made my day.

You always knew when I was down,
You’d lift me up
And keep me strong
You are the only person,
Who ever bothered to know me.
I miss you each and everyday


†Dedicated to the memory of Sybil McGarry†
©2005 David McGarry

Out Of Body, Out Of Mind

Contemplating acting on my suicidal tendencies during stressful times I wrote this poem. It shows how I've come to hate myself so much that I believe that should I ever manage to take my own life that I would not be missed.


Out Of Body, Out Of Mind

It seems tonight,
I'm on the floor.
There's someone
knocking at my door.

Can't answer it,
I only shout.
Then I hear,
No words come out.

I try again,
But it's the same.
I can't even,
Say my own name.

I panic now,
Start to weep,
From my eyes,
The tears not seep.

As for sound,
Nothing is heard,
From my mouth,
No breath transferred.

Looking down,
I see my face,
Reflection maybe?
This not the case.

My body limp,
Lips so blue,
Tell me this,
Cannot be true.

The door it opened,
In beamed a light,
Now all I feel
Is pain and fright

I walk towards
The light I see
I feel, I sense
My destiny

My body now,
Is left behind
And soon my life
Is out of mind.


(c)2008 David McGarry

Bleeding Through

This poem expresses how I deal with stress and anxiety by self injuring. I'm not proud that I self injure but by writing this I hoped to try and help other people understand why I do it and how it makes my feel. It's my coping mechanism.


Bleeding Through

To live, to die,
To smile, to cry,
Needing a friend,
To help me by.

Suffering in silence,
Feeding my fear,
Bleeding my heart,
Not thinking clear.

Hollow and empty,
Lifeless remains,
Shyness binds,
The fear to my veins.

The knife in my arm,
The ache in my chest,
It's a matter of time,
Til It's laid to rest.

Bleeding profusely,
The wounds so deep,
Soon it is time,
To eternally sleep.

Stresses and anguish,
Making me fall,
Exposing my weakness,
Consuming my all.

Scars ever present,
Fresh from the blade,
Tears on my pillow,
The mess I have made.

Bludgened and slashed,
Through to the vein,
"What have I done?"
Echoes in my brain.

Becoming a slave,
To the stress in my life,
I try to find solace,
At the hands of my knife.

Cutting the flesh,
The pain slows away,
Yet instantly guilt,
Fills the array.

"Why did I do it?"
I think to myself,
Not giving first thought,
To life or health.

That split second feeling,
Of total relief,
Now filled me with anger,
Sorrow and grief.

The stress still remained,
And now there was more,
Blood flowing freely,
Onto the floor.

It wasn't helpful,
What I had done,
But for that short moment,
The stresses had gone.

I'll do it again,
I know that for sure,
But I'll never understand it,
As the blood spiils once more.


(c)2008 David McGarry

Poetry From My Soul

The next few posts are poems that I wrote over the past few years. I originally posted them on Myspace and now as a member of this site I will re-post them here. They may not be any good but they were a way for me to release and express how I was feeling during some of the lowest times in my life which are still rife today.