Poison

By Clara Rose Having someone to talk to. Having a shoulder to cry on. Having someone to laugh with. Having someone to share all your heartaches as well as all your happiness. For me, these are all so important in order to be happy, to not cry into my duvet Continue Reading

Explaining

By Anonymous I’m tired, I’m done It’s been a bad day I’m going to bed now ‘What’s happened?’ they say Some days I shake getting out of bed Some days there’s an anvil dropped on my head Some days I’m behind glass and Some days I cry Some days are Continue Reading

My Other Self

By Laura Andrews Her name is ‘Lola’ … at least that’s what I call her. And yes, she is a showgirl although being a showgirl, she doesn’t crave the limelight, but she likes to perform. She came into my life after my first-born as post-natal depression. She rose her ugly Continue Reading