"Write about it" they said
"It'll help" they said
But what if it only made it worse
The pen a dagger
The ink like poison
Each word cutting deeper into my skin
Staining me like tattoos
Releasing something I wished I could keep hidden
Making each and every word real
More real than I wanted them to be
"Write about it" they said
"It'll help" they said
-Genesis✏
YOU ARE READING
Piece by Broken Piece
PoesiaI miss the girl I used to be She was perfectly unmarked, unbroken But she wanted to see the world You see the world had her fooled It led her on Made her believe there was a little good in everyone And that anyone could find love She though th...
