I sit in silence until my thoughts fill up like an empty cup
I’m brimming with words spilling over and splashing onto the pages
Ink in drops forming rivulets across the paper
Draining out of my head and draining me of all the verbs and nouns and adjectives
so many memories are going through me
it’s like an electric current, pulsing, and rushing
I cannot write them down fast enough
my fingers hurt from the pressure of my pen
as if the ink is my blood being poured out
this is my life I am laying before you
in words and sentences and paragraphs
this is my trauma and heartbreak
my love and lust
please be careful not to cut yourself on the pieces of it.
Lonely ›
Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing
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