I don't like words, words hardly ever convey my true emotions
words get me in trouble
words hurt
words are costly
I don't like to talk all that much
I do it because I have to
And because I have to i often find myself saying whatever I need to say
just to get through the day
The truth is...I love words, words have shaped me in way more profound than I could ever truly express
The beauty of literature is one I've been blessed to not only comprehend
But to feel with every fiber of my being
It sets my heart ablaze and it's a flame I gladly submit to
let it encompass me
consume me until not much is left but longing
To feel it with my whole chest
Even now I do my best
Yes I'm depressed but I still write
Though I cannot speak
I write
How could I not?
There's a storm inside of me and I fear one day
It will swallow me whole
And when it does...
What more am I to do than leave behind stories of me to be told
About the Creator
Amanda
Angst? Just an esoteric soul wrapped up in 21st-century BS hoping one day it'll make sense where I fit into all of it; one day I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. For now... I write because if I spoke, the words might be lost
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
oh so absolutely true! Words tend to confine and explain at the same time and this poem captures that so well. Great Poem!