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
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
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)
I wasn’t the villain, but then you planted poison in my veins, and you pulled out the light from me. I wasn’t the villain, until you took me apart, and placed what you wanted in me. I wasn’t the villain, but one day you changed me, and one day, just one day, I became the … More I Wasn’t the Villain (A Short Poem).
After reading ‘The Vagenda’ which is a book providing a guide to the media, I have started to question the media. I already knew that the image of always changing ourselves has been laid before us for a long time. If we’re not on the new Tapeworm diet (trust me this a real thing as … More Starvation, Modification and Beautification: The Media.
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
He asked me where my scars came from. I told him it was a battle. I was in a war against myself. ~Rachel<3