Sometimes I write because I feel I should
Sometimes because I can't let the words go
But other times, the most important to me
Sometimes I write because if I don't, I'll explode..

The poetry that is the by product of this
Is usually emotional charged to some degree
It's unstable, it's reckless, it never gets to the point
But really, it's what defines me
I always believe these are the best poems
They're raw, believable, and true
But it makes me so sad to see that no one else
Seems to think the way that I do

I'll read someone else's poetry,
About how it hurts too much to go on
No structure, no sense, I love it to death!
But one more thing,
No likes or comments
I think *Why?!
How could the 200 people who read this
Not see the burning emotion in every line?
Sure, there's no metaphors, no similes,
But it's real ******! This, this is their life!
This is who they are, stripped bare to the bone
They let us all sneak a peak
In a desperate hope that just one will understand,
Reach out, prove they're worth their keep
And nothing? No congrats?
No Don't give up, stay strong?
******* people, this is what you live for!
Humanity- where has it gone?
I bet if you saw her story on facebook,
Tied to a pretty picture of a broken girl,
Telling you to 'Like' it to save her
From her equally broken world,
You would call her beautiful for trying.
You would find thousands of comments
All identical to yours.
Because there, everyone is always watching what you do
But here, this is a more private world.
That's why she shared her story you know,
She thought she could be protected here
But just as she thought, you all proved again,
That there is no one is this world who cares.

Who knows what she'll do,
I liked it, told her I'm here to talk if you need
But I doubt she'll take me up on it
Because who goes they're whole life
Living on the belief
That they're alone, only to find they're not
And believing it right away?
I wouldn't message me.
I wouldn't message you either,
But it's the gesture that counts, it really does