Hello, everyone. I started writing my poetry here two years ago. Since then, I've manifested as a person and as a writer.
Now I'm at 50k views and I never thought I'd make it this far, I wasn't sure if poetry was something people even wanted to see.
I don't know what to say except that i am so, so thankful for everything that's happened so far. I have learned to love myself, the good and the bad, and things are so much better than they were.
-backstory-
When I started writing this I was really depressed. My mother was an alcoholic and her addiction very severely affected my life, when I was younger especially. She screamed, and swore, she fell again and again. There were hospital visits — many of them. On the 9th of November 2018 she finally passed away.
What I've learned is that never really fades. I can't look at blood or hear a scream without being sent back to that time of my life.
I'm not depressed anymore.
But I'm still hurt. And I will never not be hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
