Why I Write


The words rush through me like a raging river

If anyone could stare into the depths of my soul they would quiver. 

I write for the anguish I am feeling inside 

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm alive. 

My mother told me cutting my wrists wasn't right

So I take out my pain with the words I write. 

High school is brutal but you're almost done 

Little did they know the pain has just begun. 

Drama never escapes you just new faces

But there will always be the same races. 

Popularity, beauty, and being the best

Just trying to separate yourself from the rest. 

But does that really make you seem cool?

Because to me, and the rest of the outcasts you look like a fool. 



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