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As a poet

I write for my own sanity

As a person

I write for personality

As a student

I write so ‘rents aren't mad at me

As a soul

I write for my prosperity

I write for my own class and me

I write so that I can see

I write to throw the pain away and it can laugh and good try baby

I write so that the past cannot come back to me

I write in rhymes so my mental issues can relax and be

I write in bursts so that my feeling can confide in me

I write in lines so that I can craft my own identity

I live my life so that I can graduate

I live my life so that I can make a row of A’s on a paper

I live my life so that people can tell me what to do

I live my life so that I can share it with you

I live my life so I can love on my tangerine

I live my life to avoid my problems and feel the sting

I live my life so that I can softly speak instead of scream

I live my life so that deep inside I drop my dreams

I live my life for conformation to society

I live my life so I can be tied down to my ways

I die crying

I live my life to complete my goals that I didn’t set

I live my life to drink for pain yet feel regret

I sleep at night to rest my eyes

I sleep at night and put on music so I don't hear my cries

I sleep at night for necessity and not from will

I sleep at night because if I stayed up I'd kill

I sleep at night to wash away the pain and sorrow

I sleep at night praying I don't wake up and see tomorrow

I sleep at night to only wake up and see the light

That slowly fades away whenever I pull out the knife

I lie on the ground because I don't have a way to go

I do not scream so that it can be nice and slow

I do not cry because I have waited for this

I do not frown because of the wonderful free remaining bliss

I cannot stop because my actions have already seen their course

I cannot breath because my stomach is gone and spilled on the floor

I cannot move because the rest of my body is filled with scars

I will not move because I know that I will feel subpar

I only write to release myself from death and dangers

I only write to not join the cutters or join the hangers

I only write to release my passion

Release my rage

I write to kill myself while I bleed on the page

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