I write to feel

spitting rage

and

broken hearts

and

shattered friendships.

I write to feel 

the knife turning in my back

and to sling it back 

to whoever stuck it there.

I write to feel

my parents fighting

my sister crying

my brother needing help.

I write to feel

some sort of love

or acceptance

that I can only find in empty words.

I write to feel 

the keyboard clicking

emotion flaring

what I cannot feel alone.