As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you
And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior
Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry
Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help
As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you
And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior
Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry
Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help
As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another
I know poetry is a therapy for many of you and just want you to know it breaks my heart at what some of you go through...
As always you are in my prayers...
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