I used to write only because I knew I was good at it.
I wrote because I wanted applause.
I wrote before I had something to write about
Before love
Before eating disorders
Before society
And before comfort and acceptance
Now all I wish is that I have nothing to write about
No reason to cry in bed with a journal and a pencil
That I can totally forget about how I write when I cry.
I have something to write about
I am crying