Storms

I'm the type of person who is scared of everything, except for things I should be scared of. I was never scared of the dark, I was scared of what was lurking in it. I was never scared of heights, only what awaited me at the bottom of them. I was never scared of failure,…

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Pink

It's a colour I know all too well. A colour I was drowned in as a child. There would always be something pink about me. My clips, my shoes, my tights. Or even my shirt or my shorts or my dress. Pink was always a part of me. I like the colour pink. When I…

My Stage Fright

You know that feeling before you go on the stage. Your heart is beating a million miles an hour. Your palms are sweaty. All your lines are getting jumbled up in your head and you feel as though you can't go on? That's stage fright. Don't worry, it's a perfectly normal thing to have. All…

For Chester: Thank You

Thank you, for putting your pain into words and turning those words into lyrics. Thank you, for writing those lyrics on a page and taking that page to the stage. Thank you, for sharing your grief, pain and misery and showing it to the world. Thank you, for teaching the broken teens of this word…

A Soulmate

Soulmate   For me, a soulmate is what it says on the tin, yet it is also so much more. A soulmate is someone who is a part of you, when you meet them it's like a piece of you that you never even noticed had been missing is filled. They're a part of your…

Tattoos (trigger warning)

Tattoos all hold a hidden story, Such a shame this one holds little glory. There was once a boy filled with laughter and joy, Now all his mind wants to do is destroy. The cuts and scars that line his thighs, Are only one of the reasons why at night he cries. He holds a…

Faking it

Let's be honest, we've all faked something in our lives. Whether it be faking the truth about who stole the cookie from the cookie jar; faking ill to not go to school/work/out; or even something as simple as faking it till we make it. It's just a thing we've all done and will continue to…

Who?

Who am I? It's a difficult question to answer, not even I could tell you. For who is the real me? My view of myself could be completely different to the description my mother would give; or my best friend; or my worst enemy. So I'll keep it short and simple, lay down the objective…