Words with wounds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 10, 2018

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Submitted: August 10, 2018



All I know is, I'm so full of words and wounds. They're not so clear, but I'm see through. I was beginning to think so much, I started scaring myself. Could the thoughts go quiet? Could I feel without the mental riot? Sometimes the young mind will overflow too much. Lately I only ever felt a pen-to-paper kind, of touch. But that was never enough. Craving every rush. Tempting my wildest fears. Mixing the good with the bad, and having a hard look into the past seemed to be all I ever had. And everything just begun to make me sad.

A soul like water, soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away. Something inside me just wouldn't stay. I felt something slip away, became too tolerable to such pain. I wish I could say I was a light that never goes out, But even I flicker from time to time. Like a soldier stripped completely of his metals, I've already lost the battle, that was suppose to have been won. I myself, am in search of peace, of pure serenity. Another lone degenerate, on the unbeaten path of my own redemption. Becoming unafraid of my own mortalities.

And so I kept to writing harmonies. It's all I've ever known. And to know the deepest parts of my soul, Read it in the songs I wrote, the words I wrote. The stories we wrote. Got so many thoughts for a penny, and I'd give any. Buy myself out of ever feeling that low. Become more equipped for whichever fight I choose. And being prepared, if I may lose. Because you see, i never wanted the world, I only ever seeked to fucking challenge it.

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