vent

I feel guilt every time I open this browser.

This space is tangled with grief,

at least for me.

each time my heart breaks into shards,

I find myself returning here.

The words I write on these blogs

feel like fragments of who I used to be,

searching for the pieces of myself

that were lost along the way.

By putting them into words,

I remind myself that the love was always real.

It's never for anyone else,

always for myself.

The weight of my emotions feels unbearable,

and the only relief I know

is letting them spill out.

Not to friends,

not to family,

but to strangers online.

I don't look for responses,

nor do I seek pity.

I come here hoping it will help,

but it never does.