Get Over It  - - Inspired by FromTheAsh and Ragnar

Eighteen years of age
Teenage angst they said  
It’s just a passing phase  
What ever the hell it is  
He will just have to  
Get over it  
 
I felt in permanent night  
A night bereft of stars  
Still, oppressive darkness  
My heart and soul feel heavy  
I am not entirely sure I can  
Get over it  
 
What I wouldn’t give for a hug  
This feeling of failure erodes  
What little confidence I have  
I now only internalise feelings  
I have absolutely no one  
There is an expectation, I’ll  
Get over it  
 
A bottle of pills goes down easy  
Chased with neat vodka  
I manage the full bottle  
Then the shakes and cloudy vision  
Stomach cramps and passing out  
A note to whom it may concern  
I am really sorry but I just can’t  
Get over it  
 
Woke up in a hospital bed  
Psychiatric ward for lunatics  
Am I really a lunatic?  
If you chose death over life  
Does that make you a lunatic?  
I am the great unwashed  
For some reason I am unlovable  
I am not deserving of love  
How the fuck am I meant to  
Get over that  
 
The drugs wore off I found myself  
On the ledge of the hospital roof  
I had asked a nurse could you love me  
She shook her head and left quietly  
She was a test for conformation  
We both failed the test  
The hospital ground looks inviting  
Eight floors up on to tarmac  
I raised my arms to swallow dive  
But once again I was thwarted  
Roughly tackled by a male nurse  
Brought to the safety of the ward  
The male nurse offered to help me  
Get over it  
 
Night time fell, still feeling groggy  
That’s when she came to me  
She glowed like an angel  
She sat by my bed, held my hand  
I cried, floods of tears  
“I just want to be loved.”  
She rubbed my hand, speaking softly  
“It will come in time, be patient  
Somebody has been picked for you  
At some point in the future you are  
Destined to meet and fall in love.”  
She kissed me on the forehead  
She said “I will be with you, by  
Your side, all the way, worry not.”  
With my help you will  
Get over it  
 
Recovery was miraculously quick  
Thoughts of suicide dissolved  
Feelings of morbidity quelled  
I never saw her again but  
What she said came true  
Four years later I found love  
Or maybe it found me  
Now fifty eight years old  
I still reflect on what happened  
Sometime those feelings reoccur  
But in the main I did  
Get over it