I have bad emotions right now. that's fine. Once upon a time i used to think that if i described them in the right way with perfect diction and syntax, that i could make these feelings go away.
Or at least that someone would read or hear my descriptions and tell me they'd felt that way too, or that they wanted to help me not feel that way anymore
Every poem was asking for help.
Then i turned 23 and stopped writing stupid fucking poems.
I'm 31 now & my perfect words have never once helped me.