Why I Write

(poems g

Wake up again,

Knowing a new story will begin.

You think to yourself this can’t be happening again.

The darkness reveals night,

The scariest sight

Fumbles with the switch

Mumbles to yourself, “C'mon bitch”

Turns on the light

Too many thoughts stirring your head

Too many reasons why you can’t go back to bed

When will this feeling finally end

Another nightmare

A real terror

Keep telling yourself, “I don’t care”

Practically pulling out golden blonde hair

You look to the corner to catch a blank stare

Nobody can see it but a presence is there

You see a pencil, then a pen

Try to remember the beginning

But seem to forget the end

Stay up all night

Feeling nothing but fright

Writes down every feeling that isn't alright

Why I wrote

Sensing a tickle in my throat

I feel something you don’t

Sometimes, I can barely breathe and start to choke

Pull out a paper and scratch down a note

It gives me a feeling of hope

When I can’t sleep at night, I write

It helps me feel better

Even if I have to write a formal letter

I write when I’m scared

It helps the fear clear the air

It gets out a thought that is unable to talk

Before I wrote my life wasn’t easy

You have to believe me

I didn’t feel safe in my own home

I cried when I was alone

I would hear an uncertain tone

It didn’t sound like my own

The haunting

This is wasn't what I was wanting

The pain grew strong each and everyday

Enemies would never go away

Demons couldn’t be let out

They were the ones living in my house

Lurking around

Barely making a sound

I was the only one who could let them out

I couldn’t shout

No matter how loud

I turn around to face what I have become now

Look in the mirror

Tell me who’s here

All I see now, is my reflection looking back

Telling me, “Now you see what you lack”

Nobody could hear it without the crowd

Silence now

Nobody was ever around

My mind took control to waste my time

Showed me what I lacked and how I act

The stress had me pressed

Never to be digested

It drove my mind mad

Turned my personality bad

Lying on my bedroom floor

Crying not wanting to be hurt anymore

Thoughts haunting

Feelings Taunting

Actions jaunting

Trapped in the torturous game of life

Not knowing if I’ll make it through another endless night

Stuck with this feeling of pain

Not ever feeling the same

Thinking what a damn shame

I write a letter

Thinking I could make it all better

I start to write

Why I write

It calms me down

Nobody can judge me if nobody is around

I pick myself off the ground

Wipe my tears and look around

No sound

You ask why I write

It’s an unbelievable way to end a sleepless night

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