Fallen Laying on the ground with broken wings. An angel. Fallen. Wide blue eyes. Light blonde hair, almost white. Beautiful, but fallen. No longer invisible, no longer holy. Her world crushed by one mistake, one painful mistake. And now she's fallen. Tears sting in her eyes. She attempts to get up but her legs collapse beneath her. For her wings carried her on the wind with no effort before. But now she's fallen. Made to live as a human. Alone, cold. On the ground, an angel with broken wings. An angel who fell from heaven. Fallen

I Don't Know You Do you know who you are? Who you're meant to be? Because I don't anymore But now I see That the you who you once were Is now long gone And so thanks to her You and I are done So please just leave With her is where you chose to be You can take back the memories They're no good to me Can you look me in the eyes? Will you tell me if it's true After all of your lies It's the least you can do Is there any trace of the you from then That's who I fell in love with I will never love you the same way again Because I don't know you now

Fighting The Weather The rain comes down Like the skies have began to cry It seems like the perfect day For me to lay down and die The rain comes down But I'm standing on my feet Breathing the air of the outside world It tastes so sweet The wind blows strong Blowing the cobwebs from my heart I take my first step It may be small but it's a start The wind blows strong Strong enough to knock me down But I have learned from my mistakes And through them all this strength I've found The sun shines bright Warming me with it's welcome rays It heals me slowly Makes me feel better every day The sun shines bright And I'm finding my own way It does get better, easier Like they always say So I keep on climbing, keep on fighting Through it for so long And the rain disappears The sun comes out And the wind blows strong

Mad It's a dark night. There is a drip coming from somewhere. The door is locked but I was careless, too lazy to check the windows. The news had warned me but I still didn't take all the precautions. I had walked straight into this. There was a mad man on the loose. The presenter on BBC had said he was dangerous. It had to be that night, the one night when my parents were out, the one night when my brother was away. I was alone. The dripping comes again, from the bathroom I think. Even just the creaky floorboards make me nervous. This is the most frightened I've ever been. I pad across the hall to the bathroom door which is slightly ajar. Slowly, I raise my hand to the painted wood and give it the most gentle push. My jaw drops in shock. The window is wide open, the curtains billowing in the breeze. And I finally see the source of the dripping. A thick liquid is leaking off the window ledge onto the tiled floor, thicker than water, thinner than oil. Blood. A soft thud comes from behind me. Fast as lightning I slam the door shut and turn the lock. Then I rush to the window, lock it and close the curtains. Sitting against the door, I cry. I cry for my #life. And eventually I cry myself to sleep. To death.

Paralysed Just a typical day. Nothing special. Wandering. Following the pavement with nowhere to go. I hear the normal sounds of the city; car alarms, ringing phones and loud voices fill the dirty air. In the distance, police car sirens blare. A van screeches round the corner, the authorities in close pursuit. Heading straight for me. Everything is in slow motion. People jumping out of the way. I can remember sirens, going on and on, never a break in their call. I turn to run but don't really try. I know what's coming and I'm not scared. The last thing that I can remember is the extreme pain as the van slammed into my spine.