How is it
That I never run out of words?
They pour from me
Flooding my thoughts
Until I put them to rest
On the page

It is like a need
A deep desire
I cannot hold
It in
Cannot control
The ink spilling from my veins
Staining the pages
With the contents of my heart

I sometimes think
It is the only way
To preserve my sanity

If I can just
Release what is
Tormenting
Taunting
Killing
Me
From the inside out
Maybe
I can breathe again