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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I don’t write because I ‘like’ to I do, I mean but the memories whose door I dare to open again…. is something you do not write about BUT I DO. I do because without the agony there is no real me I find peace in my torture my anguish my woe my endless torment ~I write as the raw pain engulfs my insides while burning them with the same fire I burn through and the demons inside me start gnawing at the inhumanity of me eating it all up like banshees as my fingers bleed into the paper and my skin forcing the crimson to surge out of the vessels a pattern so lovely.~ I keep writing as the burden on my head feels like a mountain who is crushing me slowly Steadily into the ground while I keep trying trying to stand but it weighs my insanity my lunacy. I keep writing as I struggle to come up while the weight of my past keeps pulling me down and I struggle for just a single gasp of air. but the worst is when I keep writing when my heart is exhausted from trying to come up as I descend into the darkness of the sea the dark all so familiar. ~I burned so much from the fire, that even the coldest of seas could not douse the torment growing inside of me~ the simplicity might seem uncanny to you but for me, it’s the familiarity of pain of abandonment of exhaustion. I live in it no I find solace in it. and as the last of oxygen leaves my body and nothing other than a void of eternal pain is left of me I keep drowning in it because that pain at least gives me a reason to exist.
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