Words
I'm a writer and words are my best friends.
They calm me down in moments of need.
They come to me willingly, they flow through me.
And I string them together to make perfect sentences to accurately describe how I feel
Just like in this very moment,
It feels good to know that I have them.
That no matter what, my words will be there to pull me through.
They'll take away anything that I feel, as I pour it out into them.
They suffer. they hurt, they shoulder my pain just so that I don't.
But then, they are also my worst enemies.
There are moments when they refuse to come
They betray me
They get stuck in the back of my head, a little hazy, enough for me to know that they are there but not enough for me to be able to make out what they're trying to say
Or sometimes, they cut into my soul as I write them.
They rip at the bandages that I've put over my wounds.
And they rub salt into them.
It's unbearable, to pen them down with tears running down my cheeks
It almost makes me want to stop.
I'm a writer
And people say I master words
But that's not always true.
Sometimes, it's the other way around
My words master me.
We're in a never ending war; me and my words.
But one thing is for certain.
It always makes me feel better when it's over.
They calm me down in moments of need.
They come to me willingly, they flow through me.
And I string them together to make perfect sentences to accurately describe how I feel
Just like in this very moment,
It feels good to know that I have them.
That no matter what, my words will be there to pull me through.
They'll take away anything that I feel, as I pour it out into them.
They suffer. they hurt, they shoulder my pain just so that I don't.
But then, they are also my worst enemies.
There are moments when they refuse to come
They betray me
They get stuck in the back of my head, a little hazy, enough for me to know that they are there but not enough for me to be able to make out what they're trying to say
Or sometimes, they cut into my soul as I write them.
They rip at the bandages that I've put over my wounds.
And they rub salt into them.
It's unbearable, to pen them down with tears running down my cheeks
It almost makes me want to stop.
I'm a writer
And people say I master words
But that's not always true.
Sometimes, it's the other way around
My words master me.
We're in a never ending war; me and my words.
But one thing is for certain.
It always makes me feel better when it's over.
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