Well I've never really shared my stuff with anyone before, because well, it's not very good. Which is why I'd appreciate nice criticism to help me improve. The thing is, I just write a load of stuff down when I'm feeling things and they're not structured or titled. Be brutally honest with me, if they're shit then just say that! lol.

You reach out
But touch not my soul
Only my skin,
Because you’re HEARTLESS
But don’t go,
Don’t give up
I need you here to help me grasp
Onto all that’s true,
To recapture all you
Took away from me
What you stole
With your bare bleeding hands.
I wouldn’t be here like this
Now, today
If it wasn’t for you
And your deceit,
Your wicked desire to fill the huge
Void that lies inside of you
As a result of all the people
Who you’ve ruined.
You’re under false pretences
That by forcing people to
Feel the nothing that you feel,
You will fill the empty space.
But it only grows wider.
You took me in and now
I feel nothing because of YOU,
It’s all YOU.
Your lies your smiles,
They drove me to this
And I can’t get out,
I’m STUCK
Because of YOU.
Go, get out
GO and leave me to bleed.
YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS FOOL,
You make me SICK
Sick to my stomach.
I love you,
For ever and always,
Hug me until I mend.
Don’t even try to touch me
YOU VINDICTIVE BITCH.
You’ve felt it,
And now I feel it
And we can make it through together,
We’ll get there;
I’LL SAVE MYSELF
And hopefully you’ll
Burn on the way.
I’m sorry
I’m so sorry
But I’m glad you’re broken
You ugly freak,
You’re the most
Beautiful person I’ve ever seen,
And the most talented
But you waste it,
You waste it all on a love
You’ll never find,
Well keep looking,
But don’t take me with you;
I don’t need to look any further
I’m feeling this for YOU



I took a walk today
To cure my
Fatal mind.
Having walked past every mirror
And every lake,
The only things I could see my reflection in
Were the cracks in the pavement.
They stared up to me
As if I should be down there with them.
And they were right;
I don’t deserve to be here,
I don’t deserve this
And I don’t deserve you.
I deserve to drown in myself
And be made to watch every single
Person, every single
Thing
That I’ve ever loved
Fall and break,
And then maybe that will teach me
How to feel.



Somebody told me that one day
I’d awake to find a visitor had been,
Somebody to tidy my messy mind
Somebody to extract
The pain and the fear
To replace my raining bones
With sunshine,
That one day it would all be gone.
Somebody lied.
I’m still awaiting that day,
For my heart is still shattered
And my soul still bruised.
Anybody, anything please
Melt the ice
That has become my heart
And free my soul
That has drowned in
My blood.
You, from your perch,
Can’t empathise with
The fact that one-day
One happy sad long lost day
I will continue my search for
For happiness
By looking on the other side.
Because one can only look so
Far on one side
Before they break
And can’t mend.


There was once a baby girl, with no hair and bright blue eyes
Her mummy and daddy loved her more than anything in the world
And would spend every second of every hour
Looking into her smiling eyes
Then she started to walk, and she would practise in the garden
Walking alternately from her mummy to her daddy
And when she reached the other side
She would get two huge kisses on her forehead and was told
How loved she was
Then she had her first word, and her first word was “mumma”
And her second word was “dada”
Because they were the people who would bring her up
To be a beautiful girl in a beautiful world



There was once a little girl, with long blonde hair and she loved to go to school
Every day when her mum picked her up, she would kiss her and they would hop home together
When she got home, she would sit down and do her homework
One day when she got home, her mum told her to write a story about her life
So she did, and she called it “happy happy”, because that’s what her life was
And it was pages and pages long
Because she had so many pretty things to write about
When she showed her mum, her mum gave her some chocolate, put it in the cupboard
And told her to show her teacher
When she showed her teacher, her teacher gave her a sticker and a sweet
And told her to keep writing
That was the year that uncle john took her to the park
And bought her an icecream
He told her that one day she’d grow up and be famous
Because she was so beautiful


There was once a growing girl with medium brown hair and she loved to
Watch television and play in the garden
Every Sunday her mum and dad would take her swimming and she learnt how to dive
When she got home, her mum told her to write a story about her day
And she called it “learning”
Because she had learnt something new that day and that’s what it was all about
She wrote a few pages on how she loved her mum and dad for always teaching her nice things
And when she showed her mum, she was given some chocolate and put it in the cupboard
When she showed her teacher she was given a sticker and a sweet
She said she wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t for her mum and dad
And that was the year that uncle john took her to the cinema
And bought her popcorn
He told her one day she’d grow up
And be on a big screen like what she saw

There was once a teenager with medium dark hair and she loved to
Sit inside and read all day long
Every Saturday her mum would take her to the library and she would choose a new book
When she got home she would go to her room and read the book
This always inspired her to write a new story, so she went downstairs
And wrote a story called “changing” because that’s what she was doing
She was changing
And she wrote a page on how her mum didn’t pick her up from school anymore and how her dad was never there to hug her tight anymore
She didn’t get any chocolate because she didn’t show her mum
But she put it in the cupboard
And when she showed her teacher she got a strange look
And a “time to go home now”
That was the year that uncle john fell ill and couldn’t take her out anymore
And everyone laughed at her for writing stories and caring about things
They told her that she would grow up and die alone

So she went home and took the same notebook from the cupboard went upstairs and decided to write a story on how nobody understands
And she called it “all alone” because that’s what she was, all alone
And she wrote three words and then stopped
Because she couldn’t think of anything else after
“I hate myself”
She didn’t get a sweet a sticker or any chocolate
Because she didn’t show anybody
But she gave herself two slashed wrists and pinned it to the door
Because at that moment she didn’t think she would make it to the cupboard