There’ll be no setting at the table for
him this year,
no cheer for another Christmas meal,
just an empty seat.
His mother told me that he was
and loved life so much,
but I guess you only see on the
Mental health isn’t visible,
it isn’t using a crutch,
someone knows you’re hurt.
It is far deeper than that.
It can be the empty void that you
slowly slip into,
the darkness that your soul empties,
and drips gradually drown.
They told him to frown less,
and ask if he was on his ‘period’.
He was only 19,
and everyone swore it just seemed
like a phase,
but that is always the case these
It is never taken seriously,
and how can we live with that?
How can we wrap our heads around
the idea of pretend it doesn’t
It’s as if we wish it away,
act like it’s a pesky rodent.
Don’t tell me that you’re sorry,
because it doesn’t fix the people
It doesn’t bring back the men who
the men who couldn’t go on,
and had nowhere to turn.
I knew of a boy who used to burn
and I asked him why.
He told me it was the only way to
it was how he realised he was
He had to check, because he felt
dead most days.
He never had someone to speak to,
someone who would listen.
And we should make it our mission
Don’t do it because we say,
or because of the way you feel guilty
for not speaking up.
Do it so we can help,
so we can prevent,
so less people are sent to heaven
before their time arrives.
Do if for your father, brother, uncle,
friend… do it until we put an end to
Stigmas only exist when we let them,
they can be like a broken bone.
They can mend with support and love,
And when we heal this pain,
people gain help they desperately
Because when a broken bone heals,
it heals stronger than it was before,
and we’re stronger
when we fight this
Let’s mend men’s mental health.