houston i think we have a problem

WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT
I JUST CANT THINK ABOUT IT
I TRY TO DRINK ABOUT IT
I KEEP SPINNING

WHERE DID YOU GO
WHERE DID YOU GO
HOW DID YOU KNOW TO GET OUT OF A WORLD GONE MAD
HELP ME LET GO
OF THE CHAOS AROUND ME
THE DEVIL THAT HOUNDS ME
I NEED YOU TO TELL ME
CHILD BE STILL
CHILD BE STILL


THATS ALL I NEED BEFORE I FALL
(THANKS pink FOR PUTTING IT INTO WORDS A WAY I COULDNT

oh dear god please help me

i really dont think i can do this anymore
i really dont think i can go on
i just want to run
i just want to hide
ive said it too much now that i dont think people believe me
will no one take me serious til im gone
will no one know i mean it till its all gone wrong

crying children
flashbacks
noise,
too much noise
confusion
my head cant take it all anymore
is it so so hard to understand where i am at
i cant understand where i am at
but then no one can or can they

i was doing so much better
what the fook is wrong with me
i was doing great, full of good ideas
full of plans
ful of the future
i cant shift the past, the present this life
so how the fook can i move on,

i need to scream, i need a cuddle
what am i doing so so wrong, why is it so bad now
i need help and i need it now
its all getting so so much harder,
i cant wimp out and take the easy route as ill leave three wee girls mummyless
but is that not better than psycho mum

i dont think i want to be a mum anymore
i dont think i want the responsibility it brings,
i want to go to sleep
i want help,
i want the phone to ring,
i want people to help me to make me better
to take this away
i put a smile on and let it go,
which is so stupid, so silly,
people need to know
how can anyone help me if they dont know
am so so tired, but i cant go to sleep,
if i go to sleep will i wake up,
if i dont wake up will it be so bad
my kids are lucky they have a good dad,
they have good family
they have a lot of people looking out for them

ohh i really dont want to be saying this shit
but i cant help it i cant get the shift
i want to run away, is that easier,
then maybe i could come back
i cant do this anymore
i cant do this anymore
i cant do this anymore

fucksake what have you done to me
YOU MONSTER

I DONT THINK I CAN GO ON MUCH MORE

IM EXHAUSTED
I NEED TO SLEEP, I NEED TO SLEEP AND NOT DREAM
I NEED TO BREATH AND NOT THINK
I NEED TO BE LEFT ALONE AND NOT ANNOYED
I NEED TO BE CUDDLED AND NOT LEFT ALONE
I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED

I NEED TO FEEL ANGRY AND PISSED AND RAGE
I NEED TO NOT FEEL BLAME
I NEED TO HIDE BE SAFE BE LOVED
IS THAT REALLY ALL THE SAME
I CANT STAND THE SMELL OF YOU THAT LINGERS
WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG
BUT I SMELL YOU AND IT MAKES ME THINK
THEN FREAK THEN WANT TO RUN

I WANT TO RUN AWAY AND NEVER BE FOUND
I WANT TO RUN AWAY TIL IM BURIED IN THE GROUND
I WANT TO RUN AWAY TIL THE WORLD ENDS,

I AM SCARED OF THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
IM SCARED HE IS TELLING ME I NEED TO BE DEAD
I WISH HE HAD KILLED ME WHEN I WAS FIVE
WHY THE FUCK DID HE LEAVE ME ALIVE
I WISH HE HAD KILLED ME AND LEFT ME ALONE
INSTEAD OF SAVING ME AND TORTURING ME MORE

I WANT TO CRY AND I CAN NOT,
I WANT TO SCREAM TO HOPE YOU ROTT
BUT AS PER USUAL I JUST SMILE ON
AND NO ONE CAN SEE THIS PAIN YOU HAVE DONE

I NEED HELP GOD
I NEED IT NOW
I CANT GO ON DOING THIS,
I CANT HURT NO MORE

I LOVE MY FAMILY
I LOVE MY LIFE
BUT I CANT BE A MOTHER,
NOR A WIFE,
WHEN IN MY DAY I STILL SEE ALL THE PAST
BUT IT FEELS SO REAL WITH EVERY FLASH,

I WANT TO DIE, TAKE THE COWARDS OUT,
BUT IM SCARED TO DO THAT NOW,

I NEED TO SLEEP AS MY EYES ARE SHUTTING,
PLEASE DONT VISIT ME TONIGHT IN MY DREAM OR OTHER,
AS I NNED SOME SLEEP WITHOUT CRYING FOR MY MOTHER,
I NEED TO BE LEFT TO SORT THIS OUT
BUT AT THE SAME TIME I NEED A WEE SHOUT,

HELP ME GOD AND LET ME BE
LET THE HURT BE LEFT ON ME
LET THE FUTURE, THE START TO BEGIN
PLEASE LEAVE MEAND BLOODY GIVE IN

IF THERE IS NO ONE TO HELP
IS THERE ANY POINT TO IT,
WHATS THE POINT OF DOING SOMETHING I CANT DO PROPERLY
ID BE BETTER OFF OUT OF THIS,
SOMEONE STOP THE WORLD FROM SPINNING I WANT TO GET OFF

my 150th post

I cant quiet believe im been writing this long enough to get to so many posts,
The sad thing is ive not found the light at the end of the tunnel
im not a survivor yet
im still living this nightmare,

im fed up of feeling so scared,
im scared to feel any different,
I cant face the amount he has taken from me
but i cant spend forever looking for it,
as its getting me no where,

i can still see him, feel him and smell him
sometimes worse than others,
i can hear him but i can ignore him now
i think the mind and the brain are evil to put me through this,
i shake, feel fear and run when i see some of what i see

im getting to feel angry now,
i want to move away from self blame,
i need to move away from it, i know it makes sense
but its so hard when all i hear is what he says
what i was, what i am, what ive done, all my fun,
not the pain, not the fear, not the bleeding,
not the want to run away i dont hear that,

in my daughters eyes

In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
she was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and theworld is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her handaround my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearerI realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be thereIn my daughter's eyes



this song makes me cry happy tears, sad tears and real tears,
i am exactly all i am for my girls,
i am holding on and no more and not giving into the urgies for my girls
to protect them, to watch them grow, to love them daily, to cuddle them, discipline them, educate them and be the best i can, yet never as much as they deserve
or i was to now
but now i think they would get on so much better without me holding them back
they have a fantastic dad who would do anything for them,
he struggles with the tears and tantrums, who wouldnt but he would take them to nursery in hail, rain or even thunder,
he would give them the secure love that i so struggle with
he would be so much better on his own than with me pulling him down,
pulling them all down, maybe if i loved them as much as i thnk i do, id do it for them
im nothing without my girls but they would be everything without me

i just want to scream help me just now
and say all the things i couldnt say, im sad for wot i lost, wot was taken
i got so used this abuse it kinda feels like home_PINK)
im sad for how i feel, im sad for feeling a failure,
im angry for letting it go for so long,
im angry for feeling so sad, im angry for being so gulible
im sad for feeling so alone, i want someone to make it all just disapear,
i want someone to cuddle me protect me and let me be sad,
thats probably wot i would say, help me feel better ,help me cry and let me know its ok to cry

god i really need to sort out wtf im doing once and forall and just get it over and done with
i love my husband and girls so much it hurts, im nothing without them yet they will be everything without me

i need to remember to breath even for the next 12hours, then the next and just keep going
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i wish i could scream

i really wish i could shake it off

Im numb, i feel so so scared
Ive felt surreal, felt scared, felt like i wanted it over for real
its such an awfull, weird feeling,
how can you tell people who have invested so much that it was for nothing
that you want to die,
that you cant cope,
that you hate yourself
that you hate what you done
that you hate what they done
that you have had enough

Of numb, of fear, of hell of here,
hate the feeling deep down,
hate the life you are left with

ive tried to talk to people, ive tried to grab help,
yet they dont care, they dont care that life is over soon
they think i get help i need no more,
they avoid me, they ignore me, they just dont care,
why the fuck should i, i am worth nothing,
maybe people will know how hard it is
when its too late
they dont care that my every day is a nightmare,
if i sleep it is good, when im awake it is a nightmare,
what do i need to do,scream, shout or spell it out

ive been numb since wednesday, too many days
but i still try to be me in a daze,
ive told all i need to without the detail
but will that help or will that be lethal,
its time to move past this and into anger
the one person i trust will know how to help
will not be annoyed, will not shout, will let me be angry
will help me get it out,
if i cant be angry, i cant live no more,
as i cant be his little whore,
i cant be his princess, his bike, his thing to ride in the night,
i cant be his baby girl, his big girl, his play toy,
i cant be his anything anymore

does that make me bad, does that make me evil
i dont care anymore as i cant be HIS
i hate feeling this feeling that i feel
i hate believing the things he tells me
i hate being alive
i hate that i hate being alive,
i want to die, but i want to live
ohhh im so confused its hard
i hate that my life is all this,
when i have so much more
i hate that people dont get it,
how much i actually fight to be better
i didnt choose this,
i didnt help make it better, but i didnt choose it at the beginning,

suicidal or homicidal

i just want to kill something inside me
if i could kill of the feelings, the thoughts, the voices, the hate the sad, the fear
then maybe i would want to live, but if i killed all that would i be alive anymore,

i would be nothing,
i know im not suicidal as yeah i want to die, yeah ive had enough,
but i want to live first thats all, i want it to all go away and let me live
so am i homicidal then??i want to kill my inner created self, the self created by evil doings, thats what i want to die, so thats what i want to kill not me, i cant die when i havent lived
but im scared to live when i have to live with this,

my head is full of it just now,
run, jump, die, guilt, fear, alone,
but its full of clinging on too

how

could you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was only 5, i was scared, i was shy,

you where my nightmare, my shame, i need to cry

i had learned so much from him by now,

but i still was scared, i still knew not to shout,

one was bad, two was worse, three was torture,

was that all i was worth

Wine n moan

wine n moan,

wine n whinge

wine n cut

i just want someone to listen to me just now,

but im so scared to talk

ive drank wine to numb, for four days running

but its still there, still not talking

the flashback is killing me,

its terrorising me

its making me scared,

the shit in my head

has me running scared

ive cut ive harmed ive carved my leg

to see if that will work instead,

but i still need to talk

i still need to speak

i still need to get it out

i need to be cuddled

i need to be heard

is that allowed

i thought i had got it, mastered it, made the grade

i thought the world was conquered, my bed not made

but its here, its there, its all around

so maybe its true, it wont go, till its been made into sound,

my leg hurts where the knife has been

my head hurts from what its seen,

my eyes sting from the awake in the night,

my lifes over if i cant fight

im scared, im sad, im angry, im tired

im just having enough of this trying,

i want to talk but i cant ask,

i want the help but im dying

i cant see this flashback anymore

its time to show this bastard the door,

but its there, its constant, its scaring me so

that i just cant take anymore, i just dont know

sometimes i hide

Sometimes i run,
Sometimes i hide,
Sometimes i cry
Sometimes i hide
Sometimes im scared
Sometimes im petrified
Sometimes im sad,
Sometimes im hurt
Sometimes i feel ok,
I want to feel ok more,
I want to never feel fear, hate, anger, disgust and hurt
the way i do today,
I cant face up to it just now,
I feel too too vulnerable,
Too scared, too sad, too angry, too dirty
I hate feeling dirty, I hate feeling ugly,
I hate feeling used, i hate feeling like a slag, slapper, etc...
I just want to run, run run run run
never look back, have some fun,
i just want to scream, scream, scream,
From my mouth, very loud,
I just want to yell, tell, shout and scream,
SO the whole world can see what i feel,

I want him to leave me alone, let me breath
Let me go out on my own,
Let me be "normal" let me be free,
I just want to be a mum to my three,