You don’t have to forgive everyone who hurts you, and you don’t have to pretend that you have forgiven. … More Do We Ever Truly Forgive?
I haven’t blogged for a while. Scratch that. I haven’t written anything for a while. I used to find the idea of writing what I felt down, to be sort of therapeutic. It was the way I worked out what was happening. I used it to untwist what was happening in my head. However, writing … More Personal Pieces: 2017 has started as such a difficult year.
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).
When I was younger, the sky was blue and the grass was green. Death was just like saying goodbye, and heaven was a place that existed. Though now I’m older, hell seems real and the colours are blurred. Black seems to cloud my head and the ground is always grey. I can’t make it the … More When I was Younger (Spoken Word).
He asked me where my scars came from. I told him it was a battle. I was in a war against myself. ~Rachel<3