the walls have heard: things you haven't, the scars tell more than you could ever speak. the bruises know more than you could ever muster; how i cried without tears and screamed without a voice.
i kind of regret that i found poetry to rid myself of emotional baggage; i wish i found it when i was at a happier place.
i'm kind of losing how i write, and at this point i don't know if there is anywhere else i could return to.