Writing

The night I complained, For being lost in the words. They might've taken it wrongly, Now I ain't a good child to God. Sleepless nights are gone now, Everywhere their last voice lingers All pains are fixed somehow, There are no more left tears. I do love writing, this makes me happy. It doesn't let me hiding, Things peep say creepy. I do want that life back, I beg to Him each night. I don't want the life hack, Please take back the light.