When I write I wonder who's reading?
I secretly hope it's you
I don't want to tell you directly how I feel
Because why make it easy right?
If you happen to stumble upon this
Or find yourself curious to why I kept so many notes
I would hope it reveals my greatest battles to you
The scars my soul kept from imprinting onto yours
I was observing how I was feeling
So you didn't have to witness it
Chances are you will never find this
That's okay
I don't expect you to dig that deep
That's why I find comfort with my favorite pen
I cleanse my mind
Cursing at the cursive I create
Outside of these pages I try to be the person you need me to be
In here I'm everything I'm afraid you see instead
YOU ARE READING
Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
