Why do I write?
Write about what makes me cry?
Write about how I constantly lie?
Write about, how on the inside,
I die sometimes?
Is it for empathy?
For someone to cry for me?
Is it to vent?
Into words that kinda fit?
Is it to let go?
Maybe to make the growth
Of these feelings slow?
Who knows?
I just write
About what makes me cry
And how I constantly lie
And how, on the inside,
I die sometimes.
I just go with the flow
And hope I can grow
Or at least make these feelings slow.