My life is like a time bomb.

Everything seems okay,

but then slowly the seconds are ticking away…

and I can’t do anything to stop it.

So I write.

I write because I love to.

I write because I hate to.

Sometimes I write because I feel like I have to.

I write to free myself from this cage that I’m stuck in,

as the stress sucks my life away.

As the pain sucks my life away.

As the person I’m becoming sucks away the person that I am.

I write through the love.

I write through the pain.

I write through the fights, and the tears, and the hate,

and all the while my time still ticks away.

But I know that I still have writing to free me from today.