I wrote on my arms And thighs And neck And stomach And chest And legs Until the whole of me was covered in my feelings. I could not speak a word And so I wrote them.
Now I write on paper Online On the canvas On my nails On the computer On books Until the whole of my life is reflecting my feelings. I cannot speak a word And so I write them.
5 months clean. Slowly I learned to channel my urges into healthier outlets. I still think about it a lot tho. Will it ever go away?