I need this, need to write this fantasy
I need to get away from reality
Get away from every suffering
It's too much, until it's choking me
I won't stop, I won't come out from it
I won't stop even when the truth hit
It keeps me alive, keeps me going on
Ignore the times I have been scorned
I'll keep on writing and seep deep inside
I'll write whatever that comes to mind
It's a tough choice I finally made
Even when the scars began to fade
Won't stop, it helps distract me from the pain
I'll keep writing even in the pouring rain
When the sun comes, when it appears
Even when all the pain disappears
It'll come back again and bring me down
It'll come back and deepen that frown
It'll bring tears, it'll make me weep
It'll even make me lose my sleep
They're not worth it so I'll forget them
I'll write the dreams I once had dreamt
The dreams don't make me cry like they do
Nor leave me alone in darkness too
Write, hand, make those fingers move
It'll save me, I know that it's true
Won't put the pen down, I'll never stop
But I'll let out my tears if I need to sob
Write a fantasy far from this wretched life
It is, after all, better than taking that knife
I'll go into a life better than this
I'll forget about the pain burning on my wrist
I'll write, I'll write all that I can write
Write until my tears have ran dried
Write until the blood had stopped flowing
When I'm done, I'll move on to another story
Fiction, addiction, what's the difference?
Write, even when my fingers had stiffen
You can never take it away from me
I won't stop writing what makes me happy.