There are so many feelings trapped inside of me. I can't control them no matter how long I try to. They're jumbled all over the place, and I just want them to stop overwhelming me. I use writing as an outlet from the world, but lately I can't find the words to use. It kills me. If I can't write then what do I have? The only things I can rely on in life are my words and music. If I can't find the words to write, I'm almost nothing. I feel as if I have no will to write, that a part of me is missing. A part of me will always be missing no matter how my life may end up. I'll never have that one person I was supposed to look up to in life. How could I when I was forced to live with someone who caused me serious trauma? I couldn't even leave the house until I was ten. That's ten years of bruises: physically and mentally.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
