I use to write when I thought death was by my side.
I would write because it was the only way to save my life.

I write now to tell a story.
I write now not for the fame and glory,
But because I am a mess.
I have a pain in my chest.

I write now to set myself free.
So please bare with me.
I know my writing is not the best cup of tea.

My vocabulary is plain and mundane.
My writing must be the same.

I just want to be saved.