Why I Write

I write to escape 

The pressures of the world are too great

I write to share

But hide

I write to relate 

But be different

I write to help

But who am I helping

I write through the pain

But it doesn't help

I write at my worst

So the knife goes on the paper not my arm

My writing isn't good 

Its raw and heartaching

My grammar isn't well

But as long as I understand they don't have to

With Olivia Rodrigo playing in the background

I wonder if they can tell from the words on the page

My writing doesn't have to rhyme

But it makes them ask me if I’m fine

I wonder if one day I will look back

And see a girl broken but one day redeemed

I wonder if the lord can see them

If he did what would he think

I write near midnight

Its better for not thinking about it

Why do I write

Because I can't cry