Brain dump

just did a 5-minute free write, and this is what my result was, not perfect,

I watched the last petal hit
the ground;
I was no longer a rose, now but
a stem.
I have to hit a slowdown. To
release.
Not a reason filled with anger
and aggression, any rage or
disgust.
This is my slow release.
I let go of my mom's hand and walked away.
I could smell formaldehyde for three days.
I let those who were taking advantage of me thrive.
I no longer let drama into my life.
I choose my family
The anger I had against the world, I let go
I have a hard time saying no
I just started to stick up for myself, I used to be timid
There are days when I wonder
I allow myself to be my worst enemy
I know I could be something if
I could drop the guilt
Crying is a pastime for me
I wish someone understood me
I wish someone would love my writing as I do
I don’t understand myself
I feel sorry for her for being with me
I find strength in words
Water evaporates, love dissipates
There are bigger things in life to consider
I am no longer the outgoing, intense, fun person I used to be