I write simply Because I am afraid
Afraid because without it I’m nothing and nothing is I
I write because I am sad
Sad because it is the only thing I have
I write because I am hurt
Hurt because it gives me strength but also takes strength from me
I write because I fear
Fear that I will fail and end up disappointing you again
I write because I feel it within my bones
But its not a good feeling
It feel like something is eating away of my soul
Eating what makes me human
A beast A monster
Something has a hold
But the music I make when my fingers tap the keys
Or maybe it’s the dance I create when my pen hits the paper
Whatever it is
Its seems to calm the beast
I write because I need a escape
Because my reality will never become your reality
And that’s okay
I write because I need too
When I get my words down things start to make sense
I am no longer afraid
I am no longer sad
I am no longer hurt
When I let the words free
You ask why I write
I ask if man is cut does he bleeds
Both answer are the same
I believe its called
Human nature