My words are demanding to be written,
But my insecurity is getting in the way.
My words are demanding to be heard,
But it's a story that nobody wants to hear.
My words are wounds that are demanding to be aided,
But sadly there's no cure for them.
My words are bleeding from a wound that is still wet.
My words are a healing to a disease of mine.
My words are broken and bruised.
My words are the whisperings of my mind.
My words are my thoughts.
My words are my emotions.
My words are my feelings.
My words are my breathing.
My words are my heart.
In the end,
My words are mine.
Mine to live.
Mine to keep.
Mine to share with whomever I want.
Mine to treasure.
All mine.
All my stupidity.
--Jia_scribbled
Poet's note:
Hey fellas! I know, I know I suck at poetry or any writing for that matter. But I gave it a shot. So click the star below 🌟 if you think it's worth a shot.
Lastly, love y'all 💜