I'm a tortured artist but not making any art.

I feel robbed of my self, but it's my fault, letting people incrimintely take away who I was, believing love's potential. Wanting passion and spark to fill the emptiness death left me with.

I have fought and failed, I should be writing and drawing like a maniac, but I stay too low, too squashed.

There should be enough pain to produce endlessly, but I am blank.

Filled with an echo of who I still am, screaming into a void of who I was.

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Bang5luts · M

Pain and stress gained from the human experience can fuel our creative spark and help us to do and create great art in all different types of mediums. I know I have learned to fine tune and channel that agnst, aggression, hurt into creativity. It isn't easy. And nothing that comes from it ever is worth all the pain and suffering we experience. I am sorry for your loss and sacrifice. Don't give up hope. Not on yourself. You might not return to normal, it may just have to be a new normal for awhile. Use the pain to help you grow to be stronger without being jaded.

ScreamingFox · 41-45, F

@Bang5luts thank you 🖤

Bang5luts · M

@ScreamingFox you're welcome and you are worth the effort.