Vote

Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul; I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole. But oh, what a beautiful release from within. The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

Shannon-Perry

29 / F

For You?

Written by

Shannon-Perry

29 / F

Published: Jan 12, 2016
LinesWords: 441

Tags: #poet #depression #blood #writing #emotion #secrets #confessional #bookworm #avidwriter

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell Shannon-Perry how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write