by Allie   Oct 20, 2016

Spilling my heart out on a piece of paper, just to have some sense of security, some type release. Is really all I can do. Feeling alone, feeling abandoned. I try to make sense of this mess that I'm in. Mentally drained and physically exhausted. Quite frankly I just don't give a damn anymore. I pick up the pen to stop from doing something stupid, I go back to a time when I just wasn't sure I'd survive. Knowing I'll probably stay in that mind set for a few days. This is my form of self harm. The hardest part is after the ink drys and my heart is empty. I ask myself" can I stay strong long enough, until my next session"?


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  • 3 years ago

    by Em

    Allie, I really enjoyed this though a sad tinge but its too relatable for me, my release too is my pen and paper (well phone lol)
    I hope this helped. Em

    • 3 years ago

      by Allie

      Sometimes it helps, sometimes it don't. But I don't stop writing. Lol Thanks for reading!

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