Saturday, 28 May 2011

Razors pain you; 
Rivers are damp; 
Acids stain you
And drugs cause cramps.
 Guns aren't lawful.
 Nooses give; 
Gas smells awful; 
You might as well live.

I know what it's like to want to die. 
How it hurts to smile. 
How you try to fit in but you can't. 
How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. 

Monday, 23 May 2011

"Fashion, to me is something... The normal individual can buy. If you're rich and you're born into money, or if you have a great paying job, or you happen to work in the fashion industry, you can buy fashion. Style is something you're born with. You can't buy style; You either have it or you don't. To me, real style isn't about labels or money. You can just like... Go to a Goodwill, or a thrift store or anywhere, and you can create the most amazing outfit out of nothing. To me, that's what style is."

- Audrey Kitching

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Everyone tells me that I deserve better, 
But no one will give it to me.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

I don't know why I did it.
Its a long time since I have, but it felt good.
It was satisfying to feel pain on the outside for a change. 
It felt good to feel something.
Because I'm sick of this pain stuck on the inside of me.
Its dragging me down, its wearing me out.
I don't know how to escape it.