In her own head.

She locked herself in her head. Thinking no one cared. 

She became quiet. She was tired. Tired of what she was going through. 

If only someone could see the darkness that had consumed her life.

She no longer felt happy. 

She had pushed everyone away. Her world had become lonely. 

She feared that she had lost her friends forever. She would never get her friends back. For the love they gave her, she now saw lack.

If only she could run away from her pain. She wanted to live again. 

She knew he was the reason why she had lost it all. Though, his love was what she wanted but why does she still feel empty. 

His demands have dried her up. But yet she still searches within for something within her to give.

She wonders if he loves her. If he cared the way she did. If he would leave everything for her. And only her. 

She is too scared to ask him. To ask anything of him. For he is the only one left in her life. Everyone has left her behind. 

She craves for her life to go back to the way it was. Where she had her smile. She had her friends. She was happy. 

But, she isn’t strong enough to walk away from him. Though he suffocates her.

She feels stuck between him and herself.

Written by Grace balogun


A man.

A man who hits a woman hates himself.

A man that doesn’t love himself cannot love a woman.

A man who hits a woman and hates himself is a man going through a crisis. 

A man going through a crisis is a dangerous man.

Written by Grace balogun

To all bullies.

Why are you so insecure? Why don’t you learn to stop hating yourself and let others be themselves. You don’t take responsibility for your actions. You want all the attention. Have you forgotten affection? Yeah. How would you know? How would you know what it means to love ? Maybe, no one ever showed you love? That is why I leave you to the one above. He knows how to love.

I pray you never walk in my shoes. You never feel what I feel. I hope you always have someone to stand up for you when someone hits you to the ground. You know, it isn’t easy being a target. To pray to God to be invincible. 

You take advantage of your luck. You take for granted the side you are on. I hope you never get thrown to the side I am stuck on. The side of ridicule. The side of constant fear. The side of questions. You ask yourself. Why is this happening to me? Why have the world ganged up against me? Am I not worthy ? Yes, Are you not worthy? You ask yourself. 

You have an opportunity which you misuse.  You have a platform that you abuse. You have the stage. You can make a change.  The mic is all yours. Create an impact. It is a fact. A bully can change. I believe you can change. Be an inspiration instead of creating frustration. Be the leader of good. Not of evil. 

Your words can heal. They can kill. Your actions can carry others further. They can also murder. Stop this bloodshed. 

Bullying needs to be stopped. We are losing too many young lives to this sick behaviour. Love is the ultimate goal. Spread love not hate. The world is big enough to contain us all. Everyone deserves a chance at a happy life. Everyone deserves to live without fear. 

Written by Grace balogun

A dark place.

I feel locked in a dark room. Where there are no mirrors, because of self hate. 

No doors, I feel like I have been held captive forever. 

There is no light shining through the walls. Though I would love to see all that is there beyond this darkness. 
Maybe I have lost hope for any show of sparks to fly through my way. Maybe I have lost myself to this dark presence that surrounds me. Maybe, evil has drank my blood of revival and the bones of survival it has broken within me.

 Though sometimes I give light a chance to show me the beauty that is within me. I give it another opportunity to bestow a smile on my face. To make me feel alive again. The death that has taken over, plucks out the hair of strength that I have within me. I cry out loud. But no one hears me on the other side. 

I am too strong to take my life. I am too weak to survive. I shout for help, but no one seems to hear me calling. I open my mouth but my voice seems to be falling. 

Will I fall and let this consume me? Will I give up and let it laugh at me. 

In this darkness, I have learnt to be pure. To not seek to be loved by others but to love from within me. To dig up light in the darkness that I reside with. To find life at the end of the tunnel.  To seek to be revived because I remember that once upon a time I lived. There was light in my room. There were windows that I saw through. People heard and loved. For I don’t want this to be the end of me.

Written by Grace balogun


A man regrets without looking at the other side. Beyond the river. Outside the wall that stands firm and tall. 

That has its foot well placed underneath the ground. It’s root is where lost is found. 

Dreams bounded by its hold. Blinding. Covering the windows that allows man to see beyond what is now.

 Oh! Look to each day, listen to the song it sings. Notice what it brings. 

For it does not take what that has been sown. Stop the sorrowful moan. 

For a man’s predicament is determined by the garment that wears his body today.

 For it is true, a foolish man wears the same garment of regret without removing it. Do not be the foolish man. Take it off.

Written by Grace balogun