Why I Write

I write to tell a story

To make a dream come true

I write to kill reality

To make my life seem brand new

So many people write

But I do so, to express myself

To release the feelings that rage inside

Emotions and feelings that are wrapped up, tied up, and entangled in a web of what we call our lives.

So full of hatred and lies!

With nothing but enemies who plot to steal, kill, and destroy!

I write to get away

Get away from the world and all the people who claim to rule it

My writing is opposite from the life I live

So in the world I’m a devil

But on paper I’m a saint

On earth I’m all bound

But here I have no restraints

Nothing’s held back with a pen in my hand

So I write

Writing keeps me from going insane

From losing myself

Feeding nonsense into my brain

Without putting down my thoughts they build up inside

Building and building no place to hide

Until one day…

You die

All those frustrations and problems are too much to handle

And just like that…

You’re gone

So I write

To keep myself alive

To have peace within myself

And Lord knows I pray to come closer to him

I pray that I feel joy each and every day for the rest of my life

So I write

I write when I’m hungry and tired

Sleepy and bored

Happy and excited

Lonely and ignored

Whether I’m at my best or I’m at my worst

I write… but…

Does it really matter to you why I write?

Or does it matter more for me to tell you why you should follow in my footsteps

Write

So that your children will write

And their children

So many generations will pass and before you know it

There will be a story to tell

So this way, the story of why I write never dies

The story of why I write becomes the story of why you write

So why do I write?

That question, is irrelevant

It doesn’t matter

As long as,

I write