I've faced so much trials of hate and rejection.
And today is one of those days that...
I just want to get drowned into an ocean.
Words and actions, all distractions.
What am I really doing wrong?
Another reaction!
I'm tired, I'm fed up!
Pretending to be so cool and busy acting up.
My bones are shivering in painful cold,
My red, wrinkled eyes have grown so old.
Reality could be seen on my face so bold.
As stories would be retold,
Mine would be left, untold.
From these tears and pain,
That keeps driving me insane.
My brain is tortured like an evil domain,
Yet I cry it all with no choice remain.
My words so precious, I can not retain.
Memories keep pouring, how would I maintain?
Tears keep falling from emotions, so detained.
When would I stop driving myself insane?
After this, after that.
After every failure and pain,
Why would I still remain the same?
About the Creator
Craft Over Catharsis Challenge Winners
Craft Over Catharsis? What the hell does that even mean? The phrase came out of a curation meeting as a genuine question. We had been noticing that many challenge entries, across prompts, naturally gravitate toward trauma, grief, and personal reckoning. That makes sense. Writing is often cathartic. It's one of the ways we process what we've lived through.
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