My Story

I wasn’t always a writer

Well

I suppose I was

But before, I didn’t use the page

I went through a dark time

Sometimes I’m still in that time

It was a time where nothing was real

And pain was pain

Inside, my head swirled

It went crazy

I was trying to figure out what the world was

For me, it was pain

I had to express that

I don’t know what I thought I was doing

But I found a blade

And made myself bleed

It was a rush like never before

For a moment, things were okay

The world made sense

And I was happy

My body was my page

My blood, my words

It all made sense

Life was fine

Days crept by

Months eventually passed

I found a real page

I found my words

These lines and pages I fill

Keep my body safe

Sometimes

They keep me alive

I’ve changed my ways

I found the sun

I found the light the world has to offer

I found my poems

Though it may seem silly

Irrational

Stupid

Ignorant

These are my ways

My thoughts

My words

My emotions

Stanzas and lines

Syllables and words

Together, they can tell a story

Well, here I am

And this is my story