The Un-Finished

If you think about it, misery unfolds as a set of events where you choose to put other people or situations above yourself, which eventually become unbreakable cycles, wrapped up as trauma in our heads. Putting my cluttered thoughts down through poetry, opening the wounded self in me, while being unsure whether it’s healing, or destroying me, and the gore of my war is what you’re holding in your hands, my heart full of ink and my hand that loves to write was my way of healing, maybe reading this will be yours.