Pain is your new best friend.
April 25, 2018
Now, when pain arrives, I don’t shut the door and it tramples it’s way back in. I open the door, offer it a seat and let it stay. … More Pain is your new best friend.
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When I Became a Woman. (Spoken Word)
September 7, 2017
When I became a woman,
bitch became my nickname,
words were used to shame me… … More When I Became a Woman. (Spoken Word)
Personal Pieces: Self Harm.
July 10, 2016
I’m going to start a new section called Personal Pieces. It will be me just talking about everything I think needs talking about. I’m sick of people not discussing certain things and we won’t push them under the carpet anymore. As someone who is now 20, which is scary to say in itself, I have … More Personal Pieces: Self Harm.
Personal Pieces: Why I stopped caring what people think of me.
May 29, 2016
So, picture this… I’m 14… I’m a teenager who is scared of herself. That is the truth. I was scared of myself. I guess I still am today, but I also guess I like myself more. I guess I still am today, but I also guess I like myself more. And it’s hard to be … More Personal Pieces: Why I stopped caring what people think of me.
Untitled
May 16, 2016
I am Untitled, don’t give me a name because apparently I’m never worth it. I’m the kid at the back of the class who tried to pick grass but ended up with his ass in the mud instead. He hit his head and you all thought it was funny when he came in the next … More Untitled
She Told Me (Spoken Word)
December 10, 2015
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (Spoken Word)
Not welcome Here (Spoken Word)
December 9, 2015
You must feel special because I wrote this about you, scribble down marks and lines to you. You always told me you were never hurt, and never felt pain. But then again, you said you were ‘fine…’ and then couldn’t finish that line. I was so blind to you, when I was trying to be … More Not welcome Here (Spoken Word)
Clean
July 10, 2015
He told her that his life was ending. She told him that hers had stopped the day they met. Death had been walking amongst them for years, but her fears had forever clouded the truth. Her Aunt Ruth had cleaned the door step, so they could leave the dirt behind, but that couldn’t clean their … More Clean
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