Spilled Thoughts

I keep writing
But this pain won’t go away
I’m writing about
All the people, I want to make them stay
I keep writing to let it all out
I’m hoping, these burdens will vanish and disappear
I want to write away the fears.

But the more I write,
The more trapped I feel
Drowning in my own work
It’s my real.
I still keep writing and I don’t want to stop
I’m writing about that which I can’t scream out from rooftops
I’ll write and write till my hands don’t fucking bleed,
I’ll write about all the things I desperately need.
And I’ll never stop writing about you
Because you’re one of those things
That has always stayed true.

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