Mona Ster


Message from Writer

The woman who bled ink, died from words she couldn't say.

Yet Here I Am

August 27, 2018


I could tell you a lot of things, tell you a whole lot of different stories.
I could write an endless poem for you, 
a never ending novel, an epic and maybe dedicate a book that could compare to all the pages of books combined. 
Yet I do not. 

I'd rather stay silent or give you bits and pieces of myself than give you empty words and soulless lies. 
I'd rather trap my words in my mouth than let it flow on paper because dedicating something for you would never be worth it. 
Yet here I am anyways,
writing empty words to mirror the emptiness of my heart.


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  • janice

    OOF! So true! I really love the tone that you wrote this in, especially the ending.

    almost 2 years ago