I write to tell my life.

I write to express to let out the feelings others may want to hide.

I write because my heart tells me to. My heart beats for pain, for love, for the love and void it will never conceal.

I write for you, for her, for him. I write to tell a story, the story that is misunderstood.

Listen to the sounds, listen to the rhythms. Does it sound okay? Does it sound confusing?

That's my life. That's my heart beating to the sound of everyone's rejection. 

Feed me with your attention with your love and affection. Feed like a crying child yearning for her mothers breast. 

Feed me with sex, the kind of sex that is empty, the kind of confusing sex. The sex that will never fulfill me.

Lie to me and satisfy me. 

Hold me and make pretend you like me. 

I write for hunger. For hunger of love and affection and miscommunication.