You cannot grow on a diet. You cannot grow while, at the same time, wanting to be small. You cannot grow upwards and beyond without allowing yourself to grow outwards.

Six years ago. A pudgy, rosy faced girl. Me, twelve years old. I had matured quickly, my mother would say…

I break my own heart every time I realise, I do not want to be loved.

I cannot take it. I am too full of hate and desperation to fill myself with anything else. I am too impatient and bore too quickly. I need to be strung along, like a…

Wanting is a burning. A yearning, somewhere between your ribs and spine. For me, I want to want to get better. That is the most difficult part of recovery, in my eyes. Once you want to get better, you can begin to do so. …

I am cleaning out my room and I come across a box. There is a thin layer of dust veiling the contents from me. I blow, scattering it everywhere, and open the lid. Inside is a batman mask, a journal, a painting and an assortment of other seemingly meaningless objects…

I sit in the back of class, hands slack, eyes wide. I am not high. I wish I was high. No, I am just disassociating.

Have you ever felt your heartbeat in your fingertips? I pick up a pen, fumble, drop it. No one looks at me. I wonder: am…

Isobel Tiernan

A young writer from the middle of nowhere in Ireland. Poetry lover, Irish speaker and Guiness drinker.

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