We depend too much

So much depends upon the blue sky that scatters sunlight of the molecules throughout  the atmosphere

So much depends upon Christ  who’s been somes saviour since the beginning

So much depends upon a droplet of water that is supposedly supposed to satisfy once thirst

Yet nothing depends upon the thin layer of dust beneath those who no longer awaken

So much depends upon
The butcher
The baker
Even the waiter

Who we want nothing from except excellent service

So much depends upon the yellow fireball up in the sky who we call the sun

So much depends upon
The lover
The hater
Even the traitor

Yet no one acknowledges the friend

But no one depends upon time who will be the cause of our end



She hides away

Hurt , ignored , broken

Everything seems unspoken

No one will ask

They think its the past 

but they don’t know …

She sits alone

Waiting for them to phone

but they don’t know

what she’s going through

She’s been hurt too much

and without any luck

She sits alone

But no one knows 

What happens at home 

They don’t see the bruises

Every where on her body

She hides away

for another day


The sky is falling

but they don’t notice

The birds can’t fly 

but yet no one see’s

Its just so imaginative 

to the most known oblivion 

who we call ourselves

So yet the blue seem’s purple

and the water seems red

The cries seem soft

and the tears seem light

The house seem’s big

but inside it’s so small

The family seem’s happy

yet they are not

He stands in the corner

but all they see is shadow

He looks at her

She looks at someone else

The unknown fact we all seem to not know is

What we see

Is not at all how it’s suppose to be 



“Tic toc”  “Tic toc”

It’s that clock it drives me insane.


Not that I could disagree.

If I was not insane I would not be in this mental hospital.

Mental hospital? 

Yes here I am,

And have been for the past two years.

Its been two bloody years since the last time I felt grass between my toes.

Its been TWO bloody years since the last time I had something tasteful to eat.


I hate it.

Absolutely hate it.

Every single day 

Every single minute

Every single second in this place drives me insane.

This place?

Did I mention it drives me insane ?

I don’t know 

I don’t care 

What is happening to me!

This silence is deafening.

There is no one to talk to.

I am alone.


Yes I am , and I have been for the past two years.

No one talks to me.

They all think I am crazy.


I should be laughing.

We are all crazy

That’s why we are here isn’t it?

I am trapped and alone in a sell 

It drives me crazy.

I talk to myself because there is no one else to talk to 

I think I am normal 


No I am not  

Even my doctors say so 

They say I am going to be here for the rest of my life.


They should be careful with theirs 

‘Cause I am going to take theirs just like I did to all those other people.

I am not happy 

So they can’t be happy.


That I am not

Not now,

Or ever again

You wanna know something?

I like to scream.


Yes that I do from day to night

They try to calm me,

but I wont listen.

I then get punishment 


Yes that I get 

Its mortifying 

I don’t like it,

No one likes it. 

I don’t think Pete likes it 


Who’s Pete?

I don’t know?

I think he is my friend 

I don’t know if he is real 

He is probably not , just like Emily and Tyler


I wonder who that is

He is probably that nice guy I killed 


Oh no,

Did I kill him!

He was so nice.

Too bad he deserved that knife through his throat 

I don’t like guys they cheat on me 

Cheat on me?

Do that and I kill you 

Kill you?

I’d love to do that

I like killing people 

It’s like a hobby 


Guess what my hobby is!

It’s killing people

I like that 

I like to see them suffer

Just like I did 

I hope they get killed.

Oh don’t worry 

I will do that


I hope you have sweet dreams 

Sweet dreams?

I don’t have that

All I have is awful nightmares 


Yes that I have 

I then have nowhere to go because I am trapped.


Yes I am

Forever and Always . . .

(Sucky poem I wrote when I was 12 on this website called wattpad.)


Reasons Why I’ll Be A Mental Case By 18

1. One Direction’s new album ‘Made in the AM’
2. Finals
3. One Direction’s new album ‘Made in the AM’
4. Finals
5. The increasing of clothing prices
6. The increasing of book prices
7. My father’s unhealthy obsession with chick flicks.
8. My grandmother’s gambling problem.
9. The fact that South-Africa doesn’t have a Starbucks  (Someone please do something about this.)
10. My unhealthy obsession with fanfiction (which is going to result in me having no husband, 10 cats and a cardboard cutout of Niall Horan in my bath tub.)


10 Things That Drives Me Insane

1. When someone leaves the toilet seat up.
2. When my icecream melts all over my sugar cone.
3. When people  switch lanes without using their indicator.
4. When the edges of my toast get burnt (which happens everytime).
5. Reruns
6. Chris Brown.
7. When the pizza crust is too thin
8. When look for something for hours but when your mother walks in she finds it immediately.
9. The fact that Heath Ledger no longer walks this earth 😦
10. The fact that all my favorite authors are dead