No devices
No metaphors
No technique
I don't know if writing about violence is helping me
Am I helping you?
I keep trying to make-
I keep trying to make my-
I keep trying to make my pain mean something
I spent my life trying to turn my pain into something useful
I spent my life trying to turn my pain into something beautiful
I wanted to write romance novels
Now, I need perfect control over my victim narrative
The story of a girl who was silent and powerless
But it's cliché to write about being powerless as a girl
I wanted to own an animal sanctuary with my baby sister
But I was bitten by a dog and now animals scare me
I wanted to write romance novels
I wanted to feel safe in my body
I wanted to be a singer
I wanted to be a singer
I spent my life learning the right way to scream so people would listen
Listen
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Listen to me, please
This is not a song, it's self harm!
I learned some people only believe you when your knees are bleeding
I learned some people only listen when you're screaming
But I wanted to be a singer
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