I am fragile.
I am fractured.
I am torn.
I am broken.
But with all that, gave me the power to use my paper slips and ink.
I write down what I feel.
And now, I’m drowning with words. Magic arises.
My mind is full of ideas.
Madness, anger, insanity all broke down into tiny pieces as I convert them into art.
My eyes stops from crying.
My heart stops from bleeding.
And my soul runs away from all the mess that sorrounded me once.
Unstoppable. Unpredictable. Pain is inevitable. But I escape. Alone.
I am. The writer, Unknown.