My words

My words Are for you I give them to you. Each poem I write I break a piece of myself And give it to you For why else would I write? Why else spin these tales of woe? To relive and re break and re burn my soul.? I look into the rain Feeling it burn like fire Feeling alive through chaos. And I write it down For you. I tame the beast Inside my head That runs away with my thoughts And leaves me painfully alive. These gifts I give, cannot be bought Or sold. They can only be freely given. To each of you. I bare my scars I walk through flames I love with all my heart. And I give these to you. I suffocate on words Dying in my lungs I give my death to you. I will give and give Until there is nothing left. That is who I am.