im new here in a way but have been reading these boards for a long time. my best outlet is writing and ive wanted sufferers to be able to read this for a while.any comments are welcome,i just appreciate the platform on which i can present it.

the time arrives in sync each and everyday,

it seems at first as if a friend has come to stay,

he approaches with caution,as the friend enters swiftly,

suddenly a fire whithin his skull jolts through him like electricity,

with his fist pryed into his eye,it comes as no suprise,

for time and time again hes met the devil in disguise,

there is no bargain to be made,he would if he could,

the devils come to visit,that much is understood,

back and forth recklessly he rocks in his chair,

screaming insults as personal as if someone were there,

scripts by his bed at night,so he sleeps with the enemy,

the end is never in sight,but hes set free temporarily,

he pushes through stubbornly,knowing it all ends the same,

but this is simply the outcome of playing the devils games...

hope i didnt post this in the wrong place.thanks

Good one, Jake. I too use writing as way to cope but generally it's unprintable. Most poetic description I've seen of this hell we endure was written not by a CHead but rather by the world's greatest supporter. Writing to another supporter brand new to this nightmare, she said, "They go to a place we can't access, nor ever hope to understand."

Thank you Jake