I never thought i'd reach the point
when i was scared to write again.
so many words to say
that feel more like paper cuts
than pieces of truth
the same paper that i wrote love notes on
the dry blood being my personal signature
putting my own health at a detriment
in the hopes that these same words
find you in a better place
than i was when i etched them down
damp spots in random places
where tears found themselves soaking in
and absorbing the ink
as if they wanted to know what pushed me
to write all this down
truth of the matter is
it doesn't matter indeed
these are the words that no one else
will ever read
words that i never felt safe to share
so as i wrote out my pain
my body felt the need to help me out
by staining those same words
with the remnants of who i used to be
- TG3
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