Writing feels impossible.
It's not that I don't want to
Or that I don't have motivation for it.
The words are still inside,
Waiting to escape.
Maybe I got used to silence.
Finally. Right?
But I still have too much to say
And no one to hear it.
I try to say what I think
But no one gets it.
They say trauma is trauma
And if it affects me then it is.
But while I stare at the screen
Feeling hollow
I know that others feel the same.
So I will write.
I will write even though it hurts me.
I will write to you though I don't know you.
I will write till my fingers bleed.
I will write so we are not alone.
I'm here.
-Cnwlry
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022 at 6:25 PM UTC
Writing feels impossible.
It's not that I don't want to
Or that I don't have motivation for it.
The words are still inside,
Waiting to escape.
Maybe I got used to silence.
Finally. Right?
But I still have too much to say
And no one to hear it.
I try to say what I think
But no one gets it.
They say trauma is trauma
And if it affects me then it is.
But while I stare at the screen
Feeling hollow
I know that others feel the same.
So I will write.
I will write even though it hurts me.
I will write to you though I don't know you.
I will write till my fingers bleed.
I will write so we are not alone.
I'm here.
-Cnwlry