I don’t know what to do,
Not anymore,
I’m the lowest I’ve ever been,
Lower than ever before,
I hold back my lonely tears all day,
To release them at night,
The depression and isolation was too strong,
And I’m too weak to fight,
I’m a few levels below just existing,
I am now just a ghost,
And the feeling of my heartbeat,
Is something I miss the most,
I am in purgatory,
A nowhere middle ground,
I am not alive nor dead,
Not pulse nor sound,
I’m empty,
Hollow and cold,
And my white flag of surrender,
Is battered, bruised and old,
I don’t need to kill myself,
Cos I’m already past death,
It would be a waste of time,
I already have nothing left,
I’m not even running on empty,
Cos I’ve already been demolished,
And the void of nothingness,
Was the last thing I kissed,
I’ve had a life filled with regrets,
Full to the brim of too many mistakes,
And I am no longer repairable,
As I’ve had to many chips and breaks,
I am hollow and vacant,
Non-existent and unreal,
An abandoned vacuum of hot air,
That is empty and unable to feel,
I’m now the bastard of nothing,
In the abyss of perdition,
A big bang of suffering,
A major fuck up collision,
I am a detachment of withdrawal,
A ghost in limbo,
Heavily floating from day to day,
Hysterically laughing for its soon to be crimbo,
I’m the bastard of nothing,
Drunk and full of tears,
Baffled and befuddled,
Of how I’ve survived 32 years,
But the bastard of nothing,
Don’t need to slice his wrists,
Cos I’m the bastard of nothing,
So I don’t even exist.


Wrote on 26/11/2022

The woman on the street corner with a forgotten name,
Hooked on heroin and on the game,
A young girl turned woman before her time,
On the streets since she was nine,
She cringes at the sight of her own reflection,
And only her pimp can offer her protection,
She only smiles when she is buying,
The rest of the time, she is crying,
Battered and bruised, used and abused,
She’s scared more and more with every screw,
She looks so old but she’s only 23,
Wondering what if, everytime she passes that big oak tree,
I see her everyday whilst getting my morning paper,
People stop and stare, until the car pulls up and takes her,
I often wonder what kind of life she had before,
But the old and ignorant just stand and mutter “whore”,
I decided I was going to ask her, her name,
And try and get her off of the game,
But when I went to get my paper, she wasn’t there,
And when I asked, nobody cared,
When walking home I passed a big oak tree,
And for once, that girl was free.


Wrote on 06/07/2018

Do you have a headache?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Are you upset?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Or are you happy and content?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Are you hungry?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Or do you want to lose weight?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Do you enjoy life?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Or are you miserable as sin?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Are you tired?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Do you hate your job?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Does your partner hate you?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Do you hate technology or feel old?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Do you want to climb Kilimanjaro?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Are you well in life?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Do you have a lot of money and some equity?
Cos we have a pill for that,
Are you kind and compassionate?
Cos we have a pill for that,

In fact, we have pills for everything,
Both good and bad,
It doesn’t matter if you need them or not,
There’s so many “Magic Pills” to be had,
Crafted by the white coat men,
Masters of the fake,
Making you believe this deception,
And your money we shall take,
So here are our tablets,
Medication of synthetic greed,
You may not know yet,
But this is all what you need,

Money making pharmaceuticals,
Chemical goodness we sell,
And if you hate The “Magic Pills” Corporation,
Remember…… We have a pill for that as well.


Wrote on 26/11/2022

I see you and you see me,
You call me names and mess with me,
You don’t like my hair or the way I dress,
You strike me down when I’m at my best,
I drink you away to numb the pain,
You’re gone for a while then you’re back again,
I want to get better, so I take my medication,
I’ll do anything to stop this hallucination,
You want to cause trouble and always want me to fight,
But I try to ignore you with all of my might,
People think I’m mad when I walk down the street,
When I’m talking to you but staring at my feet,
You come in all shapes and sizes, I don’t know what next,
Is it just me or am I just hexed?

Date I wrote this is unknown, but it was around the year 2012

I am The Dark Poet,
Rhyming everything that is real,
I write about life,
Whilst I’m still able to feel,

I am The Dark Poet,
Damaged, lost and lonely,
I speak the truth,
And the truth only,

I am The Dark Poet,
Poems about drink and drugs,
A life of mental health,
Living in a world surrounded by criminals and thugs,

I am The Dark Poet,
Living a life that wants to break me,
I write down my words of pain,
So for five seconds we can all be free,

I am The Dark Poet,
And hardship is a fact,
But my poems will speak real,
Cos in order to stay alive I made a pact,

I am The Dark Poet,
Poetry for the hurt,
For myself and others,
Trying to survive in the dirt,

I am The Dark Poet,
Never to surrender nor concede,
Using my pen to fight the struggle,
Whilst my heart does nothing but bleed,

This life is so goddamn hard,
And don’t we all know it,
Because I was born Callum Lee,
But I will die as The Dark Poet.


Wrote on 18/09/2022

I travel my path in life,
And walk down many different roads,
And sometimes that path,
Might not be the one I first chose,
But my journey,
At some point will come to an end,
My body will be in the ground,
As my soul starts to descend,
Before I was born,
I was a single sperm,
But when I die,
I’ll be food for the worms,

So…
Eat away my pain Mr. Worm,
I need it to go away,
I’ve had enough of living,
There are just too many hours in a day,
Eat away my hate Mr. Worm,
I no longer need it,
It may make you curse a lot,
Saying words like fuck and shit,
Drink my river of tears Mr. Worm,
You’ll be able to drink for days,
You can make your own alcohol,
There is hundreds of different ways,
Swallow my suffering Mr. Worm,
And do with it as you please,
It’s something I’ve always had,
But never once did I need,
Eat my eye’s Mr. Worm,
For horrors untold,
A psychotic hallucinogenic trip,
Only for the damaged and the bold,
Consume my happiness Mr. Worm,
There isn’t a lot to be had,
But my knowledge that I’m feeding you,
Is something that makes me glad,
Eat my insecurities and issues Mr. Worm,
There’s enough to go round,
Feed your family with them,
Just don’t send it southbound
Regarding my blood Mr. Worm,
There are more than just cells in that recipe,
It might make your head spin,
And demons you might see,
Eat my voice Mr. Worm,
At least then someone might actually listen,
To everyone else it was dull and dark,
To you, it might glisten,
Eat my heart Mr. Worm,
Well, what’s left anyway,
It’s very damaged,
And instead of bright red, it’s a dull grey,
Eat all of my memories Mr. Worm,
But please save me some,
Cos when the devil takes my soul,
I want to be numb,
Eat me, eat me Mr. Worm,
Eat every part of me,
Death comes to us all,
But only then will I be free,
Please Mr. Worm,
Get nice and fat from me,
Have a cigarette,
And a nice little, drinkie,
Eat me up Mr. Worm,
Have a party and invite all your friends,
Eat up the poison that was once me,
And then Mr. Worm, you will meet your own end,
I’m sorry I killed you Mr. Worm,
I just didn’t want to burn,
But at least now I’m gone,
And never shall I return,
Please Rest in Peace Mr. Worm,
The only one who actually knew me,
Mr. Worm, Mr. Worm,
Hopefully now we can both be free.


Wrote on 07/06/2022 (NOT Proofread)

Why can’t I just be happy?
Why can’t I smile?
And why when I do nothing wrong,
Do I put myself on trial?
Why am I unable to feel,
Yet cry all day?
Why when I want to die,
Do I decide to stay?
Why do I not trust anyone,
Yet I’m unable to trust myself?
Why is it ok for me to hate me,
And then just blame it on mental health?
Why when people want me,
Do I feel even more alone?
And why when I try to be a good person,
I think I’m the biggest scumbag you’ve ever known?
Why is it never good enough,
Any damn thing I do?
Why do I hate myself so much,
That I would happily starve just to feed you?
Why do I keep stick around,
When I really don’t understand why?
Why do I promote life so much,
When my head just wants me to die?
Why do I convince myself,
To survive depression and stick around?
Why don’t I want heaven?
But just want to rot in the ground?
Why am I only comfortable,
The more I suffer?
And why do I ask for peace,
But me myself, make my own life tougher?
Why do I prefer being alone and in the dark,
When the light is just in front?
And why,
Am I such a pathetic useless cunt?
Why when people say I’m worth it,
Do I tense up and feel uneasy?
And why when I’m forced to give myself a compliment,
Do I feel disgusted and queasy?
Why don’t I jump,
When that’s all my head screams at me to do?
Why am I so fucking broken,
That it’s now affecting you?
I deserve this pain,
I deserve to die,
All because I can’t answer my own fucking question,
Of why!!!!


Wrote on 18/10/2022 (Not Proofread yet)

P.S. I was at breaking point when I wrote this (As you’ve probably guessed) so please excuse the language

Riding round on my pushbike,
Doing whatever the hell I liked,
Not getting in till dark,
I was safe playing football in the park,
Running round for hours, never stopped,
Getting penny sweets from the corner shop,
Swapping Pokémon cards and smoking fake cigarettes,
A time I’ll never forget,

Hearing Granddads stories of his youth,
Giving me advice, scars as proof,
Watching Dick & Dom shouting bogies during a play,
They don’t make them like that nowadays,
People could leave their doors open
Left home alone at the age of ten,
Swapping Pokémon cards and smoking fake cigarettes,
A time I’ll never forget,

Sporty Spice was my first crush,
And blue smarties gave me a sugar rush,
Eating turkey twizzlers and pizza at school,
Before that chef decided to ban them all,
Trips to Butlins with my Nan,
Having conversations about Crazy Frog and Action Man,
Swapping Pokémon cards and smoking fake cigarettes,
A time I’ll never forget,

Now as I grow out of my youth,
And I start realising the truth,
Paying rent with money I don’t have,
And always feeling the tax man’s wrath,
My childhood now seems to be a bit of blur,
But it’s a time I’ll try to remember,
Swapping Pokémon cards and smoking fake cigarettes,
A time I’ll never forget…..


Wrote on 20/08/2018 (NOT Proofread)

Sweet god of fire,
I burn with you,
I feel your agony,
For everything that’s false and true,
Walking cobblestones,
Into the pitch black night,
Flames surround us both,
Why try and fight,
We continue to talk,
Caressing sweet words of doom,
With our death shall come new,
And as pretty flowers we shall bloom,
Vultures surround us both,
Begging birds of prey,
And asking for forgiveness,
Will only get in our way,
Like kings of our own fate,
We welcome death and all its glory,
Into the red trance we go,
This, the end of our story,
And as both our damaged souls burn,
Igniting both self-hatred and destruction,
Will we never learn?
Death shall come too quick for us,
We deserve nothing but sorrow and pain,
And as we crackle and melt into slow burning embers,
The god of fire and me end just the same.


Wrote on 05/04/2021 (NOT Proofread)

They start bickering,
Whilst playing war games,
Saying whose rocket is bigger,
I’m not saying any names,
Not really caring about us,
But controlling all of our lives,
Eating two dinners in their second homes,
Whilst the real hero’s live in dives,
Posh private school,
Paid for by your mummy and dad,
Think you’re in with the working class,
Cos you watched a bit of breaking bad,
You punish the weak and the ill,
For being weak and ill,
But as long as the rich vote for you,
You don’t give a damn how we feel,
I’m not anti-government
We need leaders, That’s for sure,
But your self-worshiping muttering,
Is now becoming a bore,
I don’t want to fight you,
I’m not that way inclined,
But you need to see it from our point of view,
Just from time to time,
I’m the voice of only one man,
But a whole nation roars
Remember being in charge of this great country,
Is an honour not a chore,
So, when you next talk to your nation,
Don’t spew faecal,
Cos we are the powerhouse supporting you,
WE ARE THE PEOPLE!!


Wrote on 20/11/2021 (Not Proofread)