The Man at the Bottom of a Bottle

The Man At The Bottom Of The Bottle Single Art - Chris Rewired

I don’t usually write when the JD gets loud, when Mary Jane sits with me and the smoke hangs like a crowd. Most nights it’s just a line, a verse, some thought half alive,…

I’m Tired

I'm Tired Single Art - Chris Rewired

I took the mask off, then the noise came back, like it had been sat there, waiting to attack. ADHD laughing, boots on my floor, kicking every locked up memory through the door. I…

The Weight We Hide

The Weight We Hide Single Art - Chris Rewired

Behind the jokes and tired smiles, some people hurt for miles and miles. They carry battles every day, while acting like they’re fine, just saying “I’m okay”. The world won’t always see the strain,…

Tired Feet

Tired Feet Single Art - Chris Rewired

I see you seeing me, the looks you try to hide, my kids, my family, my mates, all stood there at the side. I know you’re worried, I know I look half gone, I…

AuDHD, With A Heart That Won’t Sign Off

AuDHD, With A Heart That Won’t Sign Off Single Art - Chris Rewired

I hit forty and the mask came loose, not gentle, not clean, not nice, more like life grabbed the zip at the back and ripped the bastard twice. All them years acting normal, smiling,…

8 Months to Heavy

8 Months Too Heavy Single Art - Chris Rewired

I’ve had eight months that should’ve come with a warning, not a little bad patch or some character forming. The sort of months that sit on your chest, then ask why you’re not breathing…

The Cost of Suicide

The Cost Of Suicide Single Art - Chris Rewired

I read the reports with my stomach in knots, all cold little words in official slots. Pages and dates, typed neat in black, like that somehow stops Ben from coming back. Then came the…

The Lights Are Off In My Head

I’m writing this from somewhere low, where basic thoughts don’t land, where tomorrow feels too far away, and today won’t leave my hands. My head feels like a cave inside, cold walls and dripping…

When The House Goes Quiet

When The House Goes Quiet Single Art - Chris Rewired

I wait till the house is quiet, that’s when I let myself crack. No shouting, no scene, just me with the mask pulled back. On the sofa staring through nothing, while the room throws…

Two Blokes In One Skull

Two Blokes in One Skull Single Art - Chris Rewired

There are two blokes in my head, neither knows what the other said. One speaks routine, rules and facts, the other throws fireworks into the gaps. One wants the same mug, same chair, same…