I do not speak, 'cus my words go unheard,
I do not move, 'cus my actions go unseen.
I do not cry, 'cus my tears show weakness.
I do not laugh, 'cus my smile is stagnant.
But I write.
I write to plant a seed in those who listen, so I don't go unheard.
I write conjure a thought, so I don't go unseen.
I write for sympathy, for you to feel my weakness.
I write for amusement, so your laughter doesn't go stagnant.
So, I write for you.
I write to show my existence.
I write to show that I breathe,
I write to show that blood pluses through each vain.
I write to show that that I'm me.
But, sometimes, I write for me.
I write to prove my sanity,
I write to stay calm.
I write to express, what cannot be expressed through words.
I write to pass time and heal, for each wound is healed, through time.
So, you can say I write for you and me.

Letters are my antidotes.
Words are my remedy.
Sentences are my thoughts.
And periods, well, periods are my enemy.