Category : Blogs
Sub Category : Miscellaneous
"I still think about it. That one night we sat upon a hill of actual rocks. We talked about our dreams, though I had and still have quite a few. I told you I love you, I felt I needed to because it was true. I didn't love you for the guitar you played, or because you were such a beut. You unlocked parts of me that hadn't existed since I was under ten. You brought back belief, but chose someone else. I destroyed myself after that night. I hated myself more. I cut deep along my wrist that night, and I don't remember much else due to alcohol abuse. I lost myself completely and I'm facing the fact that I made that decision to become something severely self destructive. I can't get back the old me you once knew, but I am making slightly better choices. For example, all of this here and what I have elsewhere, my writing is the one thing I never quit, so it's the one and only thing that keeps somewhat down to earth. I'm not perfect, nor normal, I'm just an existence who is trying to get better."
Hi there Ghostly Poet. Reading your words, I felt a sense of familiarity to them, like I have read your words before. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you have been on Writer's Outlet for a long time and that was when I first discovered your writings. Anyway, as much as I think you're a very talented poet, it is through these kinds of expressions of yours that got me hooked on your writings in the first place. Just wanted to share that with you. Looking forward to read more of your expressions 💜
Apr 29, 2021