Why I Write

I write to express...

I write to progress... 

I write to confess...

I write to address...

I write to finesse...

Writing is my escape.

Escape from all the events that take place in my embrace.

I've heard life is what you make it. In my case life is what i'm given. 

Life is what I'm handed, with no other choice but to take it. 

Where I'm from we suffer; without much help.

Where I'm from we're defined by our clothes, and wealth. 

We'll if I'm defined by the cards I'm dealt.

Then I hate this game, and I hate myself.

I write to feel...

I write to deal...

I write to heal...

Dealing with severe depression. I struggle with ways of expression.

First comes acknowlegement; then comes acceptance.

Next, is fear of being judged once you made your confession. 

Learn to channel your emotions better so there is less aggression. 

Those who know your heart will have the same impression. 

Those who are strangers are guaranteed to question. 

Don't it allow it to break you

Continue progressing...

I write to mope...

I write to cope...

I write for hope...

Someone who lacks in certain comprehension

may see this selection as a plee for attention. 

Not a way of prevention. 

No one sees how hard you work not to realease your built up tension

No one notices the emotions you refuse to mention. 

Writing is your extension from reality. Eternal detention. 

A way of viewing life from a different dismension

Writing is the way you make a diffence.

Writing is the creation of your own ascension.

I write to see...

I write to be...

I write to free...

I write for peace...

In all actuality, I write to be me.