right now I'd do anything I'd give my self away just to be heard again right now I'd do anything. I'd steal I'd beg I'd plead just to get this one thing that I need. right now I'd be more than happy to offer, all my life for love it has no price and I … Continue reading i’d give love, for arms
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I've been experiencing some real life situations, Coming to harsh realisations, No answers given by people, And driven by this feeling that's given, Constant absence and low mood, In a world of my own. You can say my name but it doesnt belong, I have no idea what's been going on, And at last I … Continue reading Low mood.
emergency surgery : ~ my hero.. is a man in blue uniform, a name I won't recall, what I have left from being under the knife, scars are a reminder of my hero's work, he gave me chance to live my life, for what he did im really glad, I wish I could thank him … Continue reading my hero is a man in blue uniform
It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
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Everything's fucked up, I mean look at the fucking government! Who the fuck had the authority, To call me up and question me, Why I write poetry ? Why I write poetry ? Who the fuck. I haven't been honest with myself, I mean look at the state of my house, I couldn't afford draws, … Continue reading I haven’t been honest with myself
although we didnt get much time, I take the honor of knowing, That in growing, I spent some time with you, We wasnt single, We was joint? We was something? And it was an honor... I will never forget that cheeky grin, When I held the door and let you in, I had to throw … Continue reading It’s you.
Anxiety my chains . I'm shy, but not really, smile, but I'm secrectly, crying. I'm laughing! silent, but I'm chatting! . I'm shy, but not really. I'm cold, and im needy. the attention you give me smokes like fire in my belly. and im ready, when your … Continue reading anxiety my chains
there is no room for me there are no seats for me nowhere for me to go no place no home no friends that walk along no place that I belong and depression it carries on no room she needed me at one point and doesn't need me anymore and he got angry impatient out … Continue reading depression is criminal
belongs to me . my body, is for my enjoyment, every strap, every lace, every mark, beauty spot, it belongs to me. my body is, MY temple, and I will not give you one piece! if I choose to share with you, then you, shall respect it, as if it is your own, it is … Continue reading belongs to me