a damsel but not the distressed kind
I can tend to get a bit down  and 
when I allow myself the decline  
sometimes I write
the words that flood my mind 
desperately i try 
to express the way it feels 
to be alive 
but dead inside
a lot of what comes out is nonsense
as i ramble on 
rare in existence is a page with cohesive 
content 
but on occasion i'm comfortable enough with what comes of it that i'll allow it to exist out side my private journal pages where i keep the rest of my illegible bull shit 
and even though i share less than 1% of what i write i feel every single word i've ever written has been essential to my survival 
in some ways these meaningless words save my life every time i purge and bleed myself  of them