When I first picked up a journal and pencil, I never imagined anyone but myself reading or hearing my poetry, much less ever reading it aloud to several dozen people.
When I was first sitting on my bed scribbling these words on a page, I never imagined having the guts to put it on the internet. Next thing I know, i'm writing and regularly posting a whole book of it.
When I turned my tears and troubles into words, I never imagined my personal experiences ever having an impact on people, definitely not expecting people to stop me in my tracks at school to tell me how amazing it was and how it brought them to tears, or to receive comments and messages online of people telling me their stories and how a certain piece (or pieces) made them feel better and not so alone.
I never imagine people even remembering me or what I look like to know who to stop or that I'm worth using their time to tell me what an amazing writer they think I am.
I never EVER imagined any of this ever happening.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Words From a Broken Soul
PuisiThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
