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.
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