I feel like in these verses
I pour my pain into poetry
Endless piety and sadness
Wretched yet filling
I feel like the pain is what keeps me writing
All that keeps me occupied
If I can't show you my heart with words
I am lost
Simply cast adrift on a sea of loneliness
With no outlet, swallowing myself.
Consumed by my head
Drowning in my own tears
Tearing myself apart at the seams
So that's why I write
So I don't simply become
Another suicide.