I read to feel things,
I write because I felt something.
And when I couldn't write,
It's when I feel so empty inside.
Writing is my only therapy.
To feel or not to feel,
I'd rather be empty.
I'd rather be bare,
than to feel anything at all.
Cause I know--
When I'm no longer empty,
I will be soon happy.
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
Poetrya poetry book about dealing with one's mental health. this book has 3 parts: delicate heart, restoration and metanoia. the rest is for you to read. this is metanoia, the transformation of one's soul. genre: poetry language: english
