How Many Proses Should I Write?

If I penned a thousand pieces of prose, would it ease the pain I'm feeling? I could craft poetry or short stories, seeking solace in their creation. Frustration, anger, and sadness torment me, fueling a relentless storm within. All I want is to expel this burden from my body—the weight that drags me down.

Forgive me if I seem desperate. I am weary from bearing this immense rock of sorrow. I am lost, unable to cast it aside with ease. How foolish to clutch something that inflicts so much suffering. How naive to accept such pain in this unyielding world.

I can weave metaphors for you to admire, but like an abstract painting, will you truly grasp their meaning? Am I more intricate than any work of art? Still, I want to assure you that delving into my depths is always worth the effort.

If I pour my heart into prose, will it relieve the pain? Can words lift the heavy burden I carry? Will my midnight cries be justified? I would offer my heart, if it meant ending this relentless melancholy. Even my soul, if it could serve as a gift. Just promise me one thing: that I will find peace as long as I live.

I am ready to sacrifice everything—my soul, my heart, my body. My poetry, my stories, my prose are yours to claim. I simply seek to alleviate the pain that resides within me.