Coercive to the core, I don’t have the answers, I don’t know if I’m me anymore, I looked into the mirror, but who is staring back. Walls lookin like honeycomb, Oh his knuckles brushed that brick, Did I do him wrong or have i been tricked? Need to feel anything, something so I know I’m
Skyscraper it too the top, Steady feet on the floor, it’s too early too fall, The mind is a fragile place to be. Narcissistic all the way, He can’t save you go save yourself, Love is not here to torture but loneliness is…..run. Love makes you high, Lust makes you crazy, Loneliness makes you fall.
Cranium open, let it bleed, Black noises spilling out, Demons are causing affray, I want to suppress her whispers. Fake smiles covered deep red, Fuck yours meds, they’ll drag me up, What will Damus predict, Scared of the past and running from the future, Oh im a black addict. Is it the devil or me
The above title is a common phrase from Russia. I’ve just watched Stacey Dooley investigates and this episode was about domestic violence in Russia. The most shocking for me and knowing the misogynistic views of Putin, i’m unsure of why i was shocked. Was that some forms of domestic violence was decriminalized, leaving women and
I often sat and gave others the credit for my survival… My last credit was, if I didn’t have my therapist I wouldn’t be here. That was a lie, we all tell these lies and think that our other half makes us whole, money makes us happy, new convertible gives are life…. But.! What I’ve
It’s something I’ve been thinking about today. I’ve been separated for 2 1/2 years now and most days I’m pleased of making my own decisions, marching to my own beat, answering to myself (and my mini me) and not sharing a bed with a snoring man… Now I just have an 8yr old, a dog
What is prominent within the first 10 minutes of this programme on BBC2 is that, the building was like a mini village, full of families and old fashion values, one which are sadly disappearing in the 21st century.
In June 2015 i decided my 12 year relationship was just shy of being utterly ridiculous in the way that if it was any more toxic, Donald Trump might have produced it himself! On my way through Desperationville, stopping at WTF creak, I decided that life for now was to make me, me again because
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This week has been a truly profound, eye opening, fucking tear my life apart kind of journey. The one in where you plan a gap year or two, pack your bags, brag to your friends, stick your middle finger up to the monotonous job of which you hate, make sure you have money, booked your