I have a journal where I write out what I feel. I write in the form of poetry, or which ever way makes sense.
And I write in the moment.
I write what I feel.
And sometimes, what I feel, scares me.
But I keep journaling, because I like to know how I feel.
And if I ever make it out of the grave I dug myself.
If ever get to be out of the cage,
If I ever find a way out of this box that I've confined myself in...
Then maybe,
Maybe I'll be proud of myself and how much I've changed.
I write and journal because even though every inch of me is being buried and disguised, there's still a little part of me that's dying on the inside.
Dying to be set free.
That still has hope.
Hope for the future, and hope to hang on.
There's still a part of me that's ready to live.
And that's why I write.
Because I hope that when it's done, I'll be okay again.
But hey, that's me just journaling,
again.
