Why do you write?
What do you write?
To whom do you write?
I didn't bother answering those questions
for as long as I have these thoughts,
for as long as I have these feelings,
for as long as I have these ideas,
I am writing.
Every now and then I find it hard to express
my self
My mind was flooded with jumbled words
Vague thoughts
Unanswered questions
That I find it hard to let it all out.
I am afraid
Afraid to open the door
and let someone in
'Cause I know no one would stay
No one ever did
And so, I write.
I'm in pain
I was hurt, but I made sure no one would know
'Cause I know it'll hurt even more
knowing that they don't care
And so, I write.
I am crying
I cried, thinking it'll ease the pain
It made my nose red
Still, I used to smile though it's fainted
And so, I write.
I've felt hate
Hate, that turns to anger
Anger, that slowly eating my faith
But I keep it inside
Told them everything is fine
And so, I write.
I am lonely
It's frustrating me
How the world turns into a field of horrible kinds
Swallowing your whole personality
Draining your mentality
Depleting your soul
Snatching everything you have
Until nothing's left.
I despise them
But I kept telling myself- there's nothing wrong
I have nothing to do but deal with it
And so, I write.
I am dying
I am dying to reach out for someone's hand
Who'll pull me up
And cut those chains of burden
and fear that enslaved me.
I am dying to find
someone who'll understand
what I really feel.
I am dying to be with
someone who'll see through my eyes
the words I couldn't utter.
I am dying to have
someone who'll walk with
me to the light.
I am dying, fighting
the darkness that engulfed me
I keep on walking
though my vision's getting blurred
'Everything's gonna be alright'
I told my self.
And so now,
I am writing.