11/09/2026
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I wrote this Poem in 2016 after a difficult year. At the time I had absolutely no idea how many amazing experiences & memories & how much happiness was about to come my way over the next 10 years.
Curtains and the door
Close the curtains and close the door. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore.
Close the curtains and close the door, duvet over my head, I am staying in bed.
Close the curtains and close the door, duvet over my head, staying in bed. Why do these thoughts keep coming into my head?
Close the curtains & close the door. Anxiety, depression, aggression, and so much more.
Close the curtains and close the door. I am not sure I can take much more?
The curtains are closed, and the lock is on the door. TODAY IS THE DAY. Nobody around, my body will lay still and breathless, until I am found.
Mental illness is a truly cruel thing. No piece from your own mind and such sadness it can bring. You suffer in silence, for the world cannot see the true extent of your illness, a hidden disability.
As I lay there ready to go, a voice in my head tries to help me though. "Why are you doing something as sad as this? - you have a brother, a sister, a wife and kids that you will miss"! They are life's greatest thing: your family, your friends, your kids & next of kin.
SO, I Must not give up - I must show strength like never before. I must open the curtains and open the door.
Open the curtains and open the door. Don't hide away in my bed anymore.
Open the curtains and open the door. I really need to share and talk to my family & friends much more.
Open the curtains and open the door. Be brave, go outside, there is so much to explore. Don't let aniexty, depression dictate your life anymore.
Open the curtains and open the door. I know there will be tough days ahead, but I need to focus on love, laughter and living instead.
I must try my best to live a full life, because deep down I know I have everything I need: friends, family, kids & my wife.
Take care everyone ❤️
By Neil Fulstow