I think that To write You have to feel You have to dig down deep And tear open your heart Pull out all of the emotions That you’ve buried for so long Then bleed, bleed onto the paper Your inner turmoil scrawled in blood Bleed yourself dry of all emotion Claw it out of your chest And onto paper In the hopes that somebody Maybe just somebody Has felt like you too
Writing means something slightly different for everyone but I think of it as a cleansing of sorts