I hid beneath raw words
Pages and chapters
I thought writing of the chase
Would catch what I was after
I used my sorrow
Filled journals to the brim
But I was still empty
And so was my pen
I hid beneath beautiful words
Songs and bands
I thought hearing the bass tremble
Would sooth my trembling hands
I listened with my eyes closed
I got lost in the drone
But I was still broken
And so were my headphones
Sadly
No 26 letters
Can change what is real
If only my precious words
Could teach me how to heal
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Poetry
PoetryA compilation of some poetry that I've written over the past couple of years. *Disclaimer* It was a very big step for me to decide to post these poems. They mean a lot to me, and they are kind of personal. If you don't like them, please don't say an...
