My pain was never poeticㅡI wish it wasㅡso I can divert everything into words because when it hurts, all I can do is either breakdown or laugh hysterically while screaming, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
But instead of holding a blade, I held a pen. I tried to write to heal every bruise I have. I write to get away. I let my words be my weapon to fight the voices inside my head. But it got me nowhere but inside this dark monochromatic world of mine.
Date Started: May 21, 2018.
Date Finished: May 27, 2018.
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Written by: PerilGrim