I see you in the corner crying all alone,
begging and pleading with me to come home.
Telling me you've missed me and that things have changed,
And that you'll never touch alcohol again.

Although you swear you've changed I know you're telling lies,
you should learn to hide the evidnce better next time.
Because I can see empty whiskey botles on the floor,
and ***** on your shirt as well as a ***** stain by the door.

The ties to our relationship you've just managed to sever,
because you've not changed you've lost me forever.
So now as I walk away from you and everything that went wrong,
all I can do is sing this part of a good song:

'And you can cry all you want to I don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me
We're not working out'

Two wounded healers finally able to see,

he removed his blindfold same time as me.

Shot down, scarred and battle weary

still able to march on fearlessly.


Chasewater showed an answer we didn't expect,

and showed us a purpose we won't forget.

The purpose we didn't see, the one we couldn't believe,

awakened from the moment all hope began to leave.


We thought the night held a different surprise,

didn't realise it would open our eyes.

Call it an awakening, two heros come alive,

not given what we want but what we needed to survive

We have realised who we are to each other

and have learnt now that we are more than sister and brother



We are the angel on each others shoulder whispering keep going on

we are the crutch holding up one another keeping our friend strong

We are the sword and the shield, the key to the door

both of us defeated? Nevermore

Her arms are covered in ink,
doodles of barbaric things sprouting forth, like venus fly traps ready to pounce.
and words are branded on her arms like red scars.
Ink stains that scream hateful things

Not a single shred of skin is left untarnished
the ink is a cover up of her identity.
hiding her flesh with poisonous writing
the thoughts inside finally on show.

she covers her arms with long sleeve tops
to hide the hateful ink from the world
trying to keep some dignity of her own
yet still drawing childish hateful things on her arms

her face is blank, her eyes are emotionless
as she scrawls poetry and images on her arms till she draws blood.
she is just an emotionless zombie, an empty shell.
no longer existing in this world or belonging in it.

and thats how she'll always stay, forever here in body alone but never in mind or spirit. and always the unanswered question 'why do you do this to yourself?' floats around like an unrestful spirit.

I took my time,
To make things right.
But you just didn’t care.

You stole my heart,
Ripped it apart.
And I don’t think that’s fair.

Let the seven horned demon slap the *****,
that sinful temptress that leaves men dying on the floor.
Let the gates of hell be cast open wide,
and blood pour from every sinners side.

Come stand here at the divide between evil and good,
and be the human sacrifice that you know you should.
It's punishment for your poisonous lies,
the devils gonna enjoy scratching out your eyes.

The flaming sword will burn your soul;
your heart is as black as coal.
Burn in hell ****, be the devils slave.
I hope you end your life in a shallow grave

You have just signed your death warrant in blood,
if I was able to **** you then I would.
I'd plunge my hand in your chest, rip out your heart
and cut out your tongue, you stupid ****.

I am nothing to you,
coz thats what you've made me.
I'm drowning in your hate,
why wont you save me?

Please all I want is your love,
I wont ask for more.
Please don't leave me here broken,
dying on the bathroom floor.

You wont look into my eyes,
not when you're talking to me.
Why wont you look into my face?
Are you scared of what you'll see?

I am just a monster to you,
in your eyes I am dead.
So I think I'm doing you a favor,
when I shoot myself in the head.

I am not a soldier
That will fight in your wars
I have enough scars,
I don’t need anymore.

So you can call me a f**king coward
And condemn me to hell
But remember that soon
The tale of your demise I’ll tell.

A soldier needs to fight their own wars
Whether that means losing their soul
I have to battle my own problems
And fight my war against cigarettes and alcohol ….
Oh and YOU.