Pssst... Can You Tell Me A Secret
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I write to thrive.
No, I write because I’m alive.
Maybe I write to tell lies.
Sometimes I write because I have something to hide.
Writing is not everything to me,
but every part of me.
I write to get away,
from the hurt and the pain.
The doldrums of my day,
push me to put ink to a page.
I write because I have something to say,
and I don’t feel I can trust anyone to listen.
When memories haunt me,
words form to stop me.
I write to find my dreams,
when someone tells me I haven’t got any.
As tears run from eyes and down my face,
my words are the only thing to keep me from the darkest of places.
I write to saves lives,
well maybe just my own.
I write because it’s the one true place I can call home.