suddenly, my skin is dark, line after line of the bleeding ink piercing through my skin.
it burns.
the words scorch my skin.
they were once written with a certain kindness; the words didn't hurt before.
now, they're being scrawled messily all over my body.
setting my own flesh ablaze.
i ache.
i long for that gentle writer once more.
hurt.
pain.
i wake up, and my skin is as blank as a new canvas.
my eyes are open.
i'm searching, searching for the words.
now i am lost.
please, don't use pen next time.
but who am i talking to?
i'm all alone.
YOU ARE READING
dear diary
De Todosomething to write in sometimes i guess when i need to vent. will probably be kind of hard to understand; i mostly just let the words flow out of me in a rush so the feelings don't linger.
