What Kills Me
These words are often left unspoken
Often left in the abyss of the unknown
Coming from souls that have been broken
Souls that are constantly feeling alone
Simple rhymes are enough
To kick in the adrenaline
And writing it like this is tough
But it’s my daily regimen
Staring at the blank sheet of paper
My life becomes easier to explain
Automatically, I start to feel safer
Playing on everyone else's disdain
It’s easier to be completely free
When I’m writing what kills me