Writing is a coping mechanism.
A method to get away.
It helps my mind keep calm
when all my thoughts are array.

I can sit here forever.
Putting my thoughts in this book.
The book that gives me comfort
from the worries stuck on a hook.

The horrors in my mind.
The terrors in my head.
Becoming words on paper
instead of existential dread.

Writing is an escape.
A reason to break free.
It helps my brain relax
when I have the urge to flee.

I can stay here for eternity.
Staring at these lines.
The lines that give me support
just like a second spine.