I don't cut because I'm sad, I cut because that means I can controll the pain.

I have learnt from experience that no-one is ever as symapthetic as you'd like. So I have given up trying to get them to see.

It scares me when I understand,
It scares me when I don't,
It scares me when I'm not depressed,
It scares me when I am,
It scares me when I can feel the pain,
But it scares me most when I'm numb.

How is it that,
When all is good,
I am bad,
And when all is bad,
I am good?

All those times you shamed me,
All those times you wouldn’t let be,
All those times you screamed and yelled,
All those times my heart you felled,
All those times you said I weren’t true,
All those times I loved you….

….I made a mistake

I'm already crippled, how much more pain can my shoulders hold!

I'm not fat, gravity just has more of an effect on me than other people!

How do you make a sausage roll?

Push it down a hill!

I know sinning is a crime beyond reason,
But I intend to face my treason,
No matter what,
No matter what,
No matter what they do to me,
I will face the treason.

The scars are reminders,
Of by-gone times,
The tears, what’s left,
Of forgotten rhymes,