Quite often, I get so incredibly sad that I open Wattpad and open a fresh page.
I sit and stare at the keypad, wishing that I knew how turn my sorrow into beautiful poetry. I don’t know what I feel, so I don’t know what to write.
I’ve been told that expressing your feelings helps to unbottle all the pent up emotion that I hide.
Over the years, I must’ve bottled thousands of emotions, and yet when it comes to opening them back up, I’m like a blank sheet of paper.
I play sad music to try and help the flow of my thoughts, the words still escape me.
They are likes rocks in my heart that I can’t remove.
I’m so terribly lost in myself.
