What I Do

These words are the scars on my heart

The ones that didn’t make it to my arms

But I need them

and they need me

I don’t write to remember

I don’t write to forget

I don’t write to heal

I remember, and it hurts

I write because I remember

And I remember so I won’t stop speaking

 

The worst thing I could do is not have anything to say

Published by december-rose

I'm what you could call perfectly confused... Pursued education in mechanical engineering with a passion for music, always fighting with who I am, who I'm "supposed to be," and typically landing somewhere in the middle. So I put my thoughts here for people to see if they'd like, but never telling anyone I know about it.

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