Writing my heart out
The only thing that keeps me grounded
In times where I feel like I'm being
Whipped around by a hurricane
Fingers
moving fast
along the keyboard
Pencil
running swiftly
along the paper
Feelings
when my poem
is complete
Whether it is
anger
or sadness
or joy
or disgust
or misery-
I write more.
And more.
And more.
For my life
is my fuel.
Writing my thoughts
Is the only thing I do
Because at this point,
It's the only thing I can do
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
