these are worse man...like this one...
I stick this pen to the paper
Soon enough I start to write
It's my release from all the pain I have
Before I sleep at night
I write about my feelings
Or the thoughts I have to say
I write so I can wish to fade
Or maybe to live another day
You may think my poetry is a bore
Maybe it is not your taste
But I write for me and not for you
For the self problems that I face
I write about almost everything
About the words my tongue can't heave
I write so that my heart can ease
So I may rid myself of grieve
My poems may begin with a thought
Or maybe a horrible sight
Most of the time one may write
About what they dream at night
But I am not a pleasant person
Perfect looks they may deceive
I write about the things I hide
Things that maybe I should conceive
My soul bleeds through each pen
One by one they slowly leak
I write so I can rid my feelings
I write because I'm weak
Never once did I want to write
Where a thought won't cross my mind
I write so I can wipe my tears
And possibly leave my fears behind
If I never met kind people here
Who are there to catch me when I fall
my mind would not be forming words
And I wouldn't be standing tall
I write because when I am down
I can always pick up a pen
and start to Jot down all my feelings
So that I won't look back again
I write because I wish to write
It's another hobby on the list
By far it is a better release
Then trying to slit my wrists
I'm sorry if I don't write like you
About those starry skies above
Every person has a unique taste
And mine is not of lust or love
For I write because it is my fuel
My fire to try and live strong
If you think it is because I want attention
My fellow poet you are wrong
If I go a day without a poem
My soul may not feel at peace
I write because it is like my sun
It is only the best release
I write because it is a Passion
Anytime I don't care when
Ill get a book and begin to write
With thoughts leaking through my pen
And I will never stop this hobby
Until the day my soul ignites
With peace for the rest of my years
Until then I will always write
I don't know about YOU guys, but my tongue has not ONCE, in my ENTIRE LIFE, heaved, nor have I ever felt grieve (unless you count those ancient metal boots Knights wore into battle to protect their feet...)
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