Is it good to be doing this?
To spill my insides out,
For strangers to read?
Especially on a platform,
Where my own blood can read them?
Where my friends could find out,
How vulnerable I really am?
Is right to feel like this?
It's cathartic to do this,
It's freeing,
And one of the few things keeping me tied down.
I'm using my pain,
To give other people,
A head to relate to,
A shoulder to cry on,
Another heart to break,
And another soul to hurt.
Is this OK?
Why am I questioning what's good for me?
Maybe this isn't right,
Perhaps it's straight up wrong,
But it's giving me a place to break down,
A place to release some of the ache.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
