Author has written 32 stories for General, General, Life, Friendship, Family, and Love.
"Some will call this self-indulgence
This is becoming my normality”
“…who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me.”
“…it’s not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced f--g falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes.
Your truth, your lies, not mine.
And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your arse too. Like every other stupid mortal --.
To my mind that’s betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments.
Nothing can extinguish my anger.
“I need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell”
“I’ve never in my life had a problem giving another person what they want. But no one’s ever been able to do that for me. No one touches me, no one gets near me.”
“my thought walks away with a killing smile
“Built to be lonely
“I can fill my space
“Please don’t switch off my mind by attempting to straighten me out. Listen and understand, and when you feel contempt don’t express it, at least not verbally, at least not to me.”
“It’s not your fault, that’s all I ever hear, it’s not your fault, it’s an illness, it’s not your fault, I know it’s not my fault. You’ve told me that so often I’m beginning to think it is my fault.”
“I dreamt I went to the doctor’s and she gave me eight minutes to live. I’d been sitting in the f--g waiting room half an hour.”
“…let’s shut down the higher functions of my brain and perhaps I’ll be a bit more f--g capable of living.”
“drowning in a sea of logic”
“Every act is a symbol
“Embrace beautiful lies-
“Stop judging by appearances and make a right judgment.”
“Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.”
“You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be ok.”
“I’m angry because I understand, not because I don’t.”
“no way to reach out
“I thought it was silent
"I’ve never understood
“Despair propels me to suicide
“the only thing that’s permanent is destruction
“this is the sickness of becoming great
this vital need for which I would die
to be loved”
“I think that you think of me
“I have no desire for death
watch me vanish”
“It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind”
-from 4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane
I am a poet. I write to release the pain that overwhelms me. I write to show that you are not alone. I write to tell you of the pain I've been through, in hopes that you'll come to terms with your own. I write to help. I write to love. I write to survive because without my writing, I am but an empty shell, devoid of emotions and love. I write for myself. I write to release the pain in a non-destructive manner. I write to live.
I am not perfect, whatever perfection is. I've made mistakes. Still do. I've hurt those who only tried to love me. I am learning to live again.