i write to let out the painthe darkness that fills my mind only at nightswarming my head and grasping it tightim at war with my mindhappiness, i cant seem to findwriting is a secret escapeto the reality that i hatenobody knows of the things i keep insidecrying on the inside smiling on the outsideits so hard just to get throughout the dayconstantly wishing i would die todayi cant let nobody know how i thinkfor fear they might laugh or think im a freakonly my writing knows who i amevery dark secret hidden by the nightbattling with myself and losing a fightwriting never judges meand this is why i write