God help the girls of inpatient’s past
I wondered what it would be like To Stop. When the lights came towards me. She wondered when she would start living. She wondered if the creatives were Her People. She wondered if anyone out there would ever channel her. Tomorrow means reality. Tomorrow means workingtaxcreditslifeadminandfundingapplications She wanted to stay lost in the world of her thoughtwaves Where she danced and she dreamed between the possibility of peace. She gave her heart too freely. Her mum stayed at home. Her dad tried to engage. Her sister complimented her good life choices. And her friends never knew. I was tempted to visit the Priory. Sit in the gardens of despair, where my soul was lost and my teenage dreams passed their use-by dates. | It wasn’t that bad, Although I cried everyday. Into my cup of medication. With bittnerness. They were meant to beat this brain out of me. They were meant to give me something to believe in. All they gave me was a folder full of pishy paperwork and lost faith in the medical ‘profession’. None of you can help. But can I help myself? (To another chocolate?) Give me your heart. Give me your approval. I asked for too much. Forgive me God for I have sinned. *** |
Crafty O'clock
Story behind the collage...
This is a double A3 effort on the theme of 'What I want from life' - I threw myself into magazines and hunted into my soul. Key things - lots of shoes and bags, equality for females, lace jumpsuits and ace friends. Sorted. (June 2014)
This is a double A3 effort on the theme of 'What I want from life' - I threw myself into magazines and hunted into my soul. Key things - lots of shoes and bags, equality for females, lace jumpsuits and ace friends. Sorted. (June 2014)