Why I Write: Breathe.

Stop shouting at me, stop screaming, stop yelling, breathe.

A little silence, quiet, peace is all I need, 

I don't wanna take a blade to my wrist, feel that pain, 

Just to know that I'm breathing, even going insane, 

That's not me anymore, close your eyes and breathe, 

For every breath I take, the words flow free, 

Every pulse of my heart is another chain of words, 

Letting every feeling escape through my fingertips is what I prefer, 

The warmth of every word's comfort replaces the cold, 

The plethora of emotions no longer remain untold, 

All I have to do is close my eyes, inhale and breathe,

Poetry gives me the meaning of life, the very warmth inside of me..

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