Better (a poem)

Every time, Every single fucking time I try to do something to help myself, To distinguish my sorry little self so that I'm no longer pointless, Every time, Someone has got there first. There is nothing new under the sun. Someone has already got it done, And they did it Better than me. So why... Continue Reading →



Good God, Dad. I miss you so much, it's impossible to even articulate. It hurts. Where are you? Where is the voice of reason in my life that you used to provide? Where is the only man who has ever treated me like a princess? I can't help Mum by myself. She misses you. I... Continue Reading →

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