Why do I write? I write because I want to leave a mark on people. I want to make them feel like I feel, make them see like I see. I write because there is no right or wrong. What would I be without writing my story on paper? Someone with their thought and emotions bottled up so tightly that they could burst without warning? I write to unclutter my mind. I write to put my mind on paper. I write to release my emotions like ink bleeding through the paper. I write so my mind can be free.
Monday, 9 March 2015
What trust?
Everything I believed in, everything I knew about you blew away from me like a leaf twirls away from a tree. I poured everything into you, my secrets, my thought, my feelings but you took took and took until there was nothing left for me to give. And so with everything gone I fell, fell into my own empty, broken heart. As you left with a smirk and a piece of my shattered heart.
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