MekaTheKey

we are writers and we're choking on the words, drowning in them, but yet we're still looking everywhere for them. we dig into the emotions, label them with whatever our pens can spit out. sometimes we create our emotions with our words. sometimes it's how we bleed. when we don't know how we feel, it's dangerous because we write and we can convince ourselves that we feel a certain way and we let ourselves dwell in a feeling that was never meant to exist. sometimes life is put on hold until all our blood has been poured out and we're done screaming from the inside, but now it's starting to really hurt. but sometimes when we're dying, we realize