These are my decisions, this is my life, but I am bound by the chains placed on me long ago. What would you think if you could see me now? If you knew the secrets I hide from you? I never could truly be myself; it would shock you too much. And yet, it is … Continue reading Be Yourself
Do you not see that I am sinking? Having struggled to stay afloat for so long, my strength ebbs away as I gasp for breath. The darkness descends. 3 years on, and I want to self-harm again. There is no end to this war. How easy it would be to wield that specially sharpened knife, … Continue reading Do you see me?
I see you there, eyes glinting in the dim light, a sneer disfiguring your face, as you caress your knuckles. With a confident air you strut towards the trembling heap that is your opponent, and spit in disdain. Such weakness, how pathetic. The crowd waits with bated breath as the cowed figure struggles to stand. … Continue reading Face-off
Saying goodbye once more, you'd think I'd be used to it by now. The hole left behind when you lose someone is never filled; it grows wider and deeper. The more you love, the more you care, the larger the piece taken away from you. And when you lose yet another loved one, the pain … Continue reading Say Your Goodbyes
Thoughts are vying for my attention, each one with its own arguments, attempting to dominate. How do I decide which to listen to, when their loud shouting is quickly draining mental capacity for rational thought? Quiet! If you continue to squabble, I cannot listen to any of you. And yet once more I try, despite … Continue reading Arguments of the Mind
Do you reserve that smile just for me? What about the delightful laugh that always lifts my spirits? I wish I could express the depths of my feelings, but each time I try my body betrays me. What do you think each time I flush red, or stumble over my words? Is it plain for … Continue reading Captivated
Heart beating, slow and steady. Clear-headed and calm, inhaling the heady scent of summer. Apart from the occasional breeze, the air is still. Taking the time to rest, recuperating, savouring the moment. Breathe. What matters now, one day will pass, its meaning fading into insignificance. The past cannot be changed, nor the future predicted.