i used to be a writer too
i wasn't the kind of writer who writes beautiful prose full of metaphors that nobody else could have thought of
i was the kind of writer who reached into my own heart with sharpened claws and wrote words full of broken glass and dripping blood
i used to be a writer too,
but they told me 'stop thinking about the world, start thinking about yourself'
they said 'you will never heal if you keep reopening the scars that maintain your poor heart close'
it hurt so bad that i could only wish for the pain to stop
i wanted to heal
so i stopped writing,
and i wish i didn't
because today my heart is wide open
still calling out for words that will heal it
i try and i try and i try
but the only words that come out are,
it hurts so bad
please, stop crying
mom, please, stop crying
it hurts so bad
please, save me
death, please, come and save me
