Pen, paper and Mental Health

Written by: Afrin
Edited by: Ratan

mess,
my mind is a spiraling filthy mess.
how would i ever trust
trust my baggage with people,
with messes of their own?
people
who would throw my heart back at me,
if i ever gave it to them.
so i confide in ink paper and pen,
I plug in my heartstrings with blood and tears.
because paper listens,
and paper comforts.
paper
turns my pain into art,
that is applauded and scrutinized,
and i find that
stripping off parts of myself,
and stroking it with color,
decorating agony,
and sugarcoating parts of my life,
that destroy me just
to be presented,
with a real smile,
will always give me more relief
from people.
than people,
just by themselves.



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