When it flows
I feel the best
My fingers type fast
flying over the keys
I don’t think
I just type
and all my emotions
spill out
like my very blood
that’s what all this is
don’t you know?
my very blood is on these pages
I hold nothing back anymore
you all see me exactly as I am
I have ripped open my chest
so you can see my heart, beating and raw
and do with it what you’d like
I will take everything you give me
pain, sadness, misery, depression
and I will make it into light
I will turn your trauma into dust
and we will both rise from it anew

we don’t have to be broken anymore.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Infertility, Love, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, Poetry, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, self-care, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing


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