So I started reading my poems today
The ones I posted since my first Sunday

Seems to me that I suffered a lot
I was upset and wanted to spill some blood

I'm better now, I really am

Writing poems was an escape
A path that I had to take

I'm glad for everything I wrote no take backs
It's how I felt, true, raw and dark

Thank you for everyone who was
there
Without you non of these I could bear