I write to suffer
I write to feel
I write when I think
That nothing is real
I write when I'm down,
And alone in my bed
I write out the thoughts
Buzzing in my head
I write out of fear
I write out of love
I write out of heartache
To the spirits above
I write when in pain,
Sometimes for joy
I play with each word
As if it were a toy
I write some blank pages
I write on my skin
I just write all over
My soul within
Written with blood
Carved into stone
Listing my sins
So I may atone
I write in poetry
I write in prose
I write when I'm nothing,
When my emptiness grows
I write to exist,
And to disappear
I write when envelop