Like a gushing river
With Momentum built up
The emotions exit me hurriedly
An ******* of sentiments
Messy and uncontrolled
Buried feelings
Closed emotions
Aloneness, sadness and trauma

Writing is the instrument that allows me to spill my feelings rather than my blood. Or others.
Writing is a tool for us loners
To cope.
Its our therapist.
Oh how I missed writing.