She writes
She writes because nothing else in her world seems right
So the only she knows how to get it out
Is to write
So she spends days
And night
Holding a pencil and she writes
Writes poems and stories
That is really deep
In those words is a person only that piece of paper meets
And when people ask her is she is ok
The answer is in the poem she wrote today
Because she lives to write
That is how she tells people things
To bad most of her poems
People have never seen
She writes and writes
Continuously
And that girl is me