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I create.

I create as a distraction, a release

The ache in my wrists and neck become

So overwhelming, that my

Two options are to hurt myself

Or pour out my

hatred and self loathing and pain

suffering confusion boredom

regretslostlovesmemories

In creation.

I am distracting myself

Releasing myself

From the pain I’ve suffered,

And from the pain I’ve created

In my own haunted mind.

I choose whether to create

Beautiful things or terrifying things

I hate admitting to

That truth

Yet I still create,

I pour fragments of my soul

Into words and images,

I express the longings

Of my soul and mind

In small ways.

I am afraid.

But cowering in a corner,

I am reminded of

My bravery through my

Tears and prayers and panic

Poured out through creation.

I create because I am created.

Description
I create.

I create as a distraction, a release

The ache in my wrists and neck become

So overwhelming, that my

Two options are to hurt myself

Or pour out my

hatred and self loathing and pain

suffering confusion boredom

regretslostlovesmemories

In creation.

I am distracting myself

Releasing myself

From the pain I’ve suffered,

And from the pain I’ve created

In my own haunted mind.

I choose whether to create

Beautiful things or terrifying things

I hate admitting to

That truth

Yet I still create,

I pour fragments of my soul

Into words and images,

I express the longings

Of my soul and mind

In small ways.

I am afraid.

But cowering in a corner,

I am reminded of

My bravery through my

Tears and prayers and panic

Poured out through creation.

I create because I am created.