I still have those negative feelings and emotions, but I put them into working hard at university, exercising and socialising. … More My Struggle with Self-Harm.
I sometimes find myself wondering. I wonder where we’ll be in five years, and whether the world will still turn. I wonder what lies before me, awaiting time, hoping that my last breath isn’t tonight. I wonder whether religion will exist, and if heaven is for me or hell. I wonder if death will hurt, … More I Wonder (Spoken Word)
Our blades our pills, and our nooses were not just objects. They were the love we longed for, when the world left us bare and nothing. The thing we had as the Earth shattered around us, and as the idea of loneliness came to surround our days. Our minds set to reverse, whilst our body … More Rejected
He asked me where my scars came from. I told him it was a battle. I was in a war against myself. ~Rachel<3
He said my bruises were flowers without petals. They grew from the life inside me. They weren’t remnants of my past or of last summer. I was a piece of fruit thrown from place to place. A face that didn’t know how to smile. I hadn’t done that for a while. My scars were roads … More They were Mine (Spoken Word)