Not sure we ever will — Things are turning back; Too many old cracks. This time there’s too many to patch. Why are we so stuck? Reliving the same old defeat. I wish things didn’t hit repeat. We don’t learn from our mistakes, it seems… Or we’d not be tearing apart, at the seams. I sit…

Inspiration Struck Me Whilst Listening To Kaleo — Way Down We Go — This is a mutiny To the thoughts in my mind That won’t let me be defined. This is a riot Lettin’ loose. A war that I refuse To lose. I’m a boxer in the ring Ready to take the sting. …

This, sadly, is my life. Trouble, strife. You still want me to be your wife. In everything I have you. This is not how I started writing this out. But tonight I’m letting it out. Be free my bpd. You, me together, sure. But I’ll be damned… Ensure He, I, together, entwined. We’ll beat…

A Fun Little Poem I wrote Back In My Uni Days. — Nutella Nutella, oh how I love you so. You taste so nice when I get home at night. You fill me with pure delight - but where is my Nutella? You’re out of sight, where did you go oh I need you so. I’ve looked high and low. Nutella, Nutella, come…

#EndTheStigma — Stigma comes in all shapes and forms; from the angel with the halo to the devil with horns. From the deniers to the holy who want you to pray. God will make it go away or so they say. From young to old generational fold. The ones who offer helping hands, only to…

I Am Crawling Through This Life. — I am the vines twisted, misunderstood. I am the weeds coming through soot. Dirty, unloved. Pulled out of life too soon. I am the moon, hidden in a sea of black. I am the dirt where nothing grows. I am the absence of light. I am a bird giving up the…

Someone Tell Me Am I Making Progress? — Despite all the negativity floating in the abyss, despite the darkness clouding the path, I’m hopeful I’ll find my way in the dark. Is this progress? I’ve been under a lot of stress, more than one girl should have to bear, the anchors pull me under but I still swim to the top, I won’t stop…

Depression - Lets End The Stigma. — And she cries into the night with her marks she keeps out of sight. Waging an invisible war, you can’t make others see, nor can you ever put it into words that could do it justice. It’s silent, deadly, the most sneaky of it’s kind. …

TW/CW ABUSE THEMES. — All the men around me have taught me to hate, taught me to be afraid. All I’ve learnt is to obey, I learnt that the hard way - Don’t fight back, keep quiet be a good girl now. All the men around me have taught me to hate, taught me to be…