flawedporcelain16

I write to suffer I write to feel I write when I think That nothing is real I write when I'm down, And alone in my bed I write out the thoughts Buzzing in my head I write out of fear I write out of love I write out of heartache To the spirits above I write when in pain, Sometimes for joy I play with each word As if it were a toy I write some blank pages I write on my skin I just write all over My soul within Written with blood Carved into stone Listing my sins So I may atone I write in poetry I write in prose I write when I'm nothing, When my emptiness grows I write to exist, And to disappear I write when envelop