CONFIDENCE
Hard to cope with my own insecurities
tormenting any thoughts of future.
I planned useless experiences
thinking this will boost my constant
search for innovation, realising in
the end, that nothing will shock me
anymore.
I thought about suicide, leaving my space
on earth to someone else that could fully
live this life. Around me there’s just this
nauseating way to think about death as
the emergency door to eden, where
everything it will be good as never before.
I feel terrified by the choices I
take and the changes I’ve
been through.
My maturity is nothing more
Than keep doing new mistakes
that i will realise later to be the
best choices i ever took and the
best experiences I ever done.
Life: a little world to compress
the pain with which I wake up
each day, hoping, to have a
smile that no one taught me to
have.
– Jude St. Jude
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jude St Jude is a poet of Latino heritage. Born to a Brazilian mother and Colombian father, Jude was raised in Brazil and Italy. He lived in London for 6 years before moving back to Italy. He wrote two poetry collection “Words/Wars” and “Sorry, I’m mad” both about his experience living with mental health.