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Why do I write, why do you breath?
Why do I cry, speak and scream
Oh why, oh why do I write?
Shut up, listen, I’ll talk to you later
And when later never comes I am left to myself and only myself
Who is left there other than myself to talk to when I am left alone in this darkness
I write because I need to speak
I need to cry, to speak to scream
I need it so
I need it like the breath that flows to and from my lungs I need it like water and freedom
Freedom
I need to express because my words aloud are never good enough for you
They bore you; bore you into the holes of disinterest and ignorance in which I am ignored without a second thought
Am I not interesting? I’m sorry except I’m not.
When I write I am heard and when I am heard I can breathe
And when I can breathe, well, you know the rest.
Why do I write, why aren’t you listening
Read these lines, what I have to say, read them like you breath
In, out, in and out
Deep ragged breaths or shallow intakes
it doesn’t matter much to me
Don’t hold your breath I see you struggle
You don’t want to read, to listen to me,
It’s alright
Suffocate
Fine by me
Because I wrote
To you, I wrote what I needed to say
What I needed to express
Do you think of me any less?
I should hope not considering I am breathing you are breathing
In and out, deep ragged breaths and shallow intakes
You read it like I’d hope you would
You heard me you finally did
Because I wrote
After all these years no one has listened to me
my only escape, my only salvation
The reason I’ve pressed on with hopes of reaching you, someone
anyone really,
To find some way to get them to listen to me
And as it turns out you were never going to listen to me
However,
Just as I write, you can read just as well
I’ve been heard and now I can breath
I can fly and soar and smile
No more crying, screaming
Speaking?
I don’t need it
Because I wrote
Because I write
It’s all I need it’s all I want
It’s helped me, it has
Why do I write?
So I can breath
So I can be heard
So I can live.