The end.

Do this, not that.

Sit up, stay still.

Walk more.

Talk less.

Don’t stomp.

Lose weight.

Act like a lady.

Think like a man.

Be yourself.

Why do that?

Why didn’t you do that?

Be loving.

You’re kind.

You have nasty traits.

You’re mean.

“But I’m not!” 

My soul cries out.

“I wouldn’t!” 

Tears flow.

Always taken out of context.

Always misunderstood.

Kindness is seen as being rude.

Sadness, as condescension.

Gentleness too.

What hope do I have, in a world where friends see you, and hear such things?

Why continue?

How many times can a heart break, before it can no longer heal?

Tired, so very, very tired.

Loathing the self that others see, that others hear, my insides break.

I fall. 

Fall, fall, fall.

I cannot seem to catch myself.

There is no fear.

For there is no bottom to this well.

Only darkness.

The fall may stop.

Or slow.

I could rise up again.

I have before.

That is hope.

I slow.

Yes.

I have done it before.

I can do it again.

Just… tired. So very, very tired.

I cry.

Remorse for those that I unwittingly hurt.

Tears flow.

They don’t help them.

They don’t help me.

Still, they fall.

I cry.

No-one hears.

For there is no-one left to hear.

TRIXIE VARDON

Life is precious…

Life is precious
Life is good
When you are at the bottom of a deep dark well, look up
If you see no light, fear not, it is only the darkness of night
Light is but a short time away
It may feel like forever
But if you live through this
And come out the other side
You will understand the words that I speak to you now
Life is precious
Life is good
And that is enough for me
I dedicate this to those who didn’t make it to the other side
By Trixie Vardon.

Some died, some lived…

Some died,                                   some lived…
Nineteen                                               Twenty

look forward                                  look forward
so much to do                             so much to do
anticipation                                     anticipation
sparkle                                                 sparkle

life                                                             life

joy                                                             joy

choices                                                 choices

so many                                              so many

which way to go                        which way to go

wrong path chosen                wrong path chosen

shit kicked outta ‘ya             shit kicked outta ‘ya

bad choice made                      bad choice made

can’t face it                                     can’t face it

                                                             friends
                                                              family
                                                              advice
can’t do it                                      have to do it
can’t go                                         don’t want to
painful                                      made my choice

going…

                                                          still here

To short                                                choices

To sad                                     so many of them
‘bye                                          which way to go
…gone.                                        think carefully
.                                                    good choice?
.                                                         unknown
.                                                      bad choice?
.                                                         unknown

.                                                            excited

.                                                             happy

.                                      many choices to make

.                                                  Life continues

.                                                     Life is good

.                                                       Life is bad

.                                              Life can be lived

.                                                          with the

support of those around you, you just have to let

them in.

By Trixie Vardon