I write...

The reasons why I write are endless. There's something in me that can't help it. I write for all those silent; full of thoughts but no voice. At this point, my brain thinks on auto so I don't have a choice. I write now by force, my words scream til they're hoarse. now I plead with remorse for neglecting them. so I write again. & these thoughts within, get so painful, I cringe. So my only relief is to write again.