I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write for fun, I write for therapy
I write because It's all I might ever be.
My writings are my thoughts.
Some lovely, some scarring.
With a pencil in my hand and paper in front of me,
writing away the monsters is the only way I can be saved,
at least for a little while, saved from reality.
I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad.
Like that, I will keep on writing, non-stop,
till I'm dead.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write for fun, I write for therapy
I write because It's all I might ever be.
My writings are my thoughts.
Some lovely, some scarring.
With a pencil in my hand and paper in front of me,
writing away the monsters is the only way I can be saved,
at least for a little while, saved from reality.
I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad.
Like that, I will keep on writing, non-stop,
till I'm dead.
