I write because all the twisted, dark thoughts don't go away 

I write because nightmares still show up during the day 

I write because my mouth doesn't want to budge 

I write because paper doesn't ever judge 

I write because, otherwise, I am invisible 

I write because depression and I aren't divisible

I write because words are too sharp to hold in 

I write because I've got too many unsaid sin 

I write because its the only way to hear "me" 

I write because, one day, I want someone else to see 

I write because its the only way I know I'm alive 

I write because its a way to survive 

I write because I'm chaotic and unsteady

I write because I'm unprepared, never ready 

I write because its better than having an anxiety attack 

I write because its the only way to get my life back