There is this voice in my head making me go insane. It whispers things to me that are terrible. The voice tells me I'm too fat or too ugly. It tells me I'll never be enough and I'm starting to believe it. But I realize the voice in my head is just the things people have said to me.
-Gillian Askeland

She was just a normal little girl

As she grew up she started slipping away

There was no sparkle in her eye

Nor was there the sound of happiness in her voice

She grew to hate the things she loved most

She kept everything inside and let it slip by

She cried herself to sleep every night

And slid the blade across her pale white skin

She watched the blood drip down

But if someone noticed

She would blame it on the cat

Things were going down for her not really up

Her hand shook wild while she was writing her last words

She knew what she had to do next

She tied the rope around her neck

-Gillian Askeland

Loving and fighting

Accusing, denying

I can’t imagine a world with you gone.

I just want to pull you in and hear your heartbeat.

I still want you, can you hold on?

I’ll take your hand and guide you to love.

Now I’m holding on to these memories

Crying and driving while I scream

“Please don’t leave me, Hold on”

I don’t wanna let go

-Gillian Askeland

These voices and thoughts just won’t go away.

Am I really what you say?

Just tell me its okay.

Tell me they don’t want to play

“They just want to see you grey,

and decay”

-Gillian Askeland

She was broken and hurt

trying to survive through the pain

she danced until her feet went numb

and her thoughts were gone

She let the music take control

her lifeless body was now alive

and her empty mind was full

-Gillian Askeland