Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … More Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me to write a poem, one to celebrate the art of rhymes, structures and creating something beautiful. I’ve always hated the ritual of celebration, its infatuation done wrong. My poem was awful, shameful and downright dismal. They told me to write something beautiful. My body was my blank canvas, and I wrote the … More They told Me to Write a Poem (Spoken Word)
I used to feel alone, but then I listened to the groan of my body. It was ticking to keep me alive, thumping blood, a hive of activity. I listened to my breath, mesmerised by the sound, the way it spoke to me. My throat hummed in the wind, and shrieked when it hurt. The … More If you ever Feel Alone (Spoken Word).
I used to climb those same vines of darkness and depth, but then I reached the top and hell couldn’t pull me down anymore. I stared down at the world, from my tower of recovery I could see the struggle, the crippling of mankind. I tried to pull you up the wall, scratched my bare … More This Tower
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
Once before, I’ve spoken about the mental health problems I’ve faced and the way that I’ve dealt with them. Although, with it being mental health awareness week I’m going to speak out again, yet try to not spare details. I do this in an attempt to help people seek the professional care they need and … More I’ve spoken out once, I’ll do it again. (Mental Health Awareness 2015)
I’m fine. Two words and one sentence. So perfect to pull out when they ask how you are. Because no one really cares. You’re just a bullet on their check list. Just another person, just another human. I thought the scars on me were small bumps of strength, but they were where a razor had … More I’m Fine. (Spoken Word)
Oh, that dastardly website where absolutely everything is difficult to achieve! There is one thing in particular which gets at me, and it’s the ability to report- which is as hard as it is to bite off your own finger (excuse the simile but it worked for me at the time). You cannot report a … More Tumblr!
What do I tell people who want to give up? I can’t tell you I understand, because I don’t know what you feel. I know what pain is, I know what cutting yourself is, I know watching your blood run and wishing it was your life running out of you. I know what sadness is. … More Don’t Give Up