Why I Write

I write because the only letters written by them written on my own skin Every scar a lesson I taught myself not wanting to depend upon anything else My spoken words never coming out as I thought No substance just shame and doubt thats not how I meant them I wanted every word to be different to be filled with adventure I wanted to make you feel to bring goosebumps to your skin tears to your eyes feeling to your heart an excitement that caused your head to spin I wanted to feel those things with you I write to help us escape Give us a key to the state of mind we have locked ourselves in to bring the sun to our cold skin to make us live to make us believe