if it causes pain why hold on delete if it brands your soul why hang on delete if it eats you up why bite delete if it poisons your well being why hesitate delete if it suffocates why continue delete if it makes you feel less than human why permit delete if it makes you feel shit why

(One of me poems by Nige Ayres) I 'ad a rotten dream last night - I married an awful bloke, E took me for 'is 'lawful', I said this is a joke - I've got me life ahead of me I'm barely nineteen years old. Next thing, I'm in the kitchen and I'm doing wot I'm told. Wake me up, let me out ! I shouted fer me mum. But he locked the doors behind me and I wasn't having fun. Me snorin' must've woke me cos I sat up wiv a start. And reflected in the mirror - well it nearly stopped me 'eart. A crone was lookin' back at me - just as shocked as I. But there was something familiar about

Seem more depressed than ever today. Hurting those I'm closest too. Still pushing people away, afraid of what? When is life worth living again, does it ever happen? Has it already started to happen but my grasp of it is slipping? Within the dark forest of my mind, Life begins to take hold, Winter has passed, The ground a softening, but is it fertile? Out of the earth, a flower grows, Fighting for its place in this woodland grove, Seeking out the light that breaks through the canopy, Competing with the shadows all around. Grow up straight and strong, Not to soon, should this