Sara M

THE SYSTEM WE RELY ON THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS.  Have been going round round in my thoughts, thinking about the fear we face and why we hide from that fear instead of face it head high. I look at people who speak up and I'm so proud because to be honest, if I were in their shoes I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to. I hate when people ride off things they don't understand instead of try to understand it to put up a solution. I was privileged to see some documented footage on the ongoing investigation concerning this sex for grade issues. And they all just bring tears to my eyes. Have never been a victim for some reason best known to me and God but I know those who have. I see how scared they are to go to the offices of lecturers because they don't want to be molested physically or verbally. I always thought it was just the men who attempts this unruly behaviour but it was brought to my notice that women also do partake of this sinful act. No...

IT'S OKAY, HE GOT IT. Sometimes I feel alone  The pressure pulling hard I feel like giving up  But the shame that comes with quitting stops my hand  I thought the burden will go with time  I fought like my life depends on it I pulled the rope from under the bed  And tied it tight around the neck  But the thought that the world will laugh at my pain  Made the rope drop to the ground  I thought to drown my self in work that always seems to work right? Then the choice of getting the pain from another source came knocking and I dragged that knob like my life depends on it. The door for physical pain opened wide and I took it The cut sensations were painful at first but with time it became a habit. I tore through that skin like it wasn't mine. Hurting the skin like it was the cause for the pain. The smile was permanently on my face. Everyone envied me. 'Why is your life so perfect'  I always thought perfe...