Help me, please, I can’t stop writing poems
I keep writing more, saying “this one’ll show ‘em”
I keep trying to get out all my emotions
As my heart’s just going through the motions

“Haven’t you put me through enough?”
My heart cries, though it’s grown tough
Putting pen to paper, reliving these thoughts
My mind’s twisted, my stomach’s in knots

But I have to, I think, to get it all out
And poems, I think, are a healthier route