So many forms So many different ways to feel it. But how to heal it. I held my heart in a metal case with no key... I didn't want to fall in love... I didn't want to loose control of me....
By π΅πππ’ 11 months ago in Confessions
the mechanical pencil flows so much easier when sheβs low When she feels like sheβs barley surviving the day Iβve noticed I pick up my pencil when Iβm low and I pour my emotions onto paper and then here
By π΅πππ’ 4 years ago in Poets
you grab me by the arm and swing me onto the floor My body is flushed with anxiety and nervousness Like bugs crawling out of my skin from another world
Today I was low... my life is a series of highs and lows... One day Iβm mentally fighting a demon... telling me Iβm not good enough and I should use and Iβm to tired to exsist
If you find yourself outside my window And you feel inclined to take a peek... and what you see shocks you Stops your time and reality for a moment
Settling into my spot... I visit this place often More often than I may realize It was comfortable How long would I do this for...
Your freckles were like constellations in the sky of my in love mind. as you slept next to me I would play connect the dots with them... tracing ever so gently to not wake you.
I picked up my mechanical pencil which happens to be my utensil of writing choice... it felt right And then without any resistance from my uncreative demon... I started to write
My sea is Dark Itβs is engulfing Deep Lightening in the stormy sky is my pulse 70 ft waves are my emotions The undertow my depression