I sink a pen in my deep and dig out my feels.
Buried beyond these fake smiles I feel my pain peel.
Dripping in my pen like ink as my hand to dances to its tune.
I share my naked with strangers and become immune.
Healing with every word my mind spews.
Regardless of the agony it brews.
You see... I am involved with self doubts.
And I am terrified of who is in my thoughts.
So I tried to suffocate that voice.
That said I had a better choice.
When all society expected was normal and perfect.
While it suggested I be a weird misfit.
I am constantly trying to heal my bleeds. Recently so much has been painful that its all I am leaking. I don't mind it one bit though. I take it as my special way of healing or embracing fate. Writing helps me breath. I may not be good at but its what resuscitates my soul. Because of writing I have never been a living zombie. Heal with me ❤❤❤
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very nice :)
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Good poem youve made there. ^^ Looking forward to read more later. ^^
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