Some people are so poisonous.

A poem I wrote a while ago. It is actually my first poem.

Your diagnosis was the cruellest thing that any of us have had to come to terms with.

Beware of the Lady in Green.

The is a darkness that corrupts people.

Cancer is like a black cloak of misery and despair.

It is horrible when anything clashes.

A thorn in your side is not a good thing to have.

The woman not to cross.

Loads of things can make you cry.