College Essay

Please tell me how you thougt I did. I really liked writing about this. I wrote this for class.

 

            Two years ago when I was sixteen years old my mother told me that my friend had died. I didn’t know what to do...it felt like I was drained of energy. My eyes hurt for the few hours that I had been crying. I felt like I couldn’t control myself from feeling the sad emotions. I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to express myself through my writing to get all of the feelings out about everything I was going through.

            I am a writer. I am very creative and expressive. I knew how to put my feelings through my poetry. It helped me get through my friend’s death. All I know is that I was born to write. From all of the types of writing I do…poetry has been the most effective. It has made a big impact on my life. I have written over two-hundred-twenty poems. They all have helped me express all the feelings I was holding inside. From the anger, the sadness, the hurt, the happy. The best poetry I have written evolved from the sadness I felt after losing my friend. After losing someone that was important to me…to only find out that I had lost another person.  A family member this time and this helped me to write another poem. Form another thought from the hurt I was feeling.  

            All of my emotions were locked up inside of my body. In the beginning I couldn’t release any of the emotions that were locked up. The only way I really knew how was by crying. Crying was not a good thing to do all of the time. Not being able to open up to anyone was hard as well. I couldn’t tell anyone the feelings that I wanted to express. When I had the paper and pen in my hands the words would flow out like a waterfall flows over a rock. Expressing myself through the words I have felt in my heart has made an improvement on my life. I have not cried in weeks because of the feelings in my heart.

            Two years ago I was told that my friend had died. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was drained. I couldn’t get the words that I needed out. Now at that I have turned eighteen I discovered what was perfect for me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew what I wanted to do then. I knew that I wanted to write to get my feelings out. That writing was something that I needed to do to help me move on. To help the words come out. Writing has helped me put myself back together again. It was able to make me feel whole. I was able to express and be and creative. With the help of the loss of a friend I was able to see my creative side. I could also see my expressive side.