She writes letters to the dead
She writes letters to her friends
She writes letters that has never been read.

She pours out her heart
In every word written by her pen in hand.
She loves to write, but she's not that good at it.

She writes poetry
Atleast that's what she calls it.

Her poetry has been read.
And she thought - wow
How amazing it felt.

She writes poetry
In a way so that she can escape.
She writes,
only until all her problems caught up to her
She stopped.