The Only Way

I write to breath, I write to live. When I've got nothing, these words are all I have to give. I write to see and hear and feel, so when my skin goes numb, there's something that can make the numbness fall away.

 I write so maybe you can understand that I'm not perfect, so maybe someone will lend a helping hand.

I don't always know what to say. It's too hard to say out loud; to write is sometimes the only way. 

I write for him, because he means more to me than I know how to speak; and maybe one day when I'm not so weak, I can find all the right words and shout them so loud, he can hear it in the deepest recesses of his soul.

I write to chase the doubts away, to see on paper all that I already know. 

I write to show you that I really do care, so you know that I'm always right there when your world comes toppling down and you just can't find the strength to pull yourself up.

I write so I don't feel like the only thing left is to just give up.

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