#MedStudent; Lover of Words and stories and random weird literary pieces
I have loved words since I was little, reading them, writing them, hearing them, everything concerning them. It was and is the thing that makes me feel alive the most. I am a grade a amateur though, and for a long time I stopped writing. Started again recently though, was going around with a constantly cluttered mind. Still have a lot of words stuck that I can't figure out how to get out, but the ones that do come out……as unpoetic as they read to me they still feel like a chunk of my heart.
And yes I'm rambling so I'll come back some other day when I'm feeling cool to edit.
I was eleven when I first placed a razor against my skin
and I can't remember why
Not that first time
I could give you all these reasons
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I won't want me
If I was you and you were me, I won't want me
My cracks have cracks and
I've got wounds on my scars
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The pounding in my chest vibrating through my may body
In the silence I can hear it clear
War drums
Like my heart can tell the battle is almost here
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I've lived my life in a box.
Self-imposed 4-way concrete
Walled in.
I never start, so I never fail;
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