My name is Hannah
I write because that’s my way to explain
Without (verbal) words.
I write because then I don’t have to talk.
I don’t have to say the words
that don’t form correctly in my mouth.
I write because without writing I would be stuck.
Stuck in a world filled with the sadness in my head.
The sadness that surrounds me.
It attaches to me and sucks at me. I feel it
ALL THE TIME.
I write because it’s the only way
I can say what I need to say.
It’s the only way to become un-stuck
I write because it’s the only way.
Without writing I would be alone.
These letters that form words
That form sentences,
that form what I write.
These letters are me.
I write because I need to see me
I need to know I exist in this world
Where it is so easy to be lost
Then forgotten and then
This world is unforgiving.
I write because in all things I am certain of
It’s that I will be forgotten by this world,
These people walking around
Living the same lives over again
I am NOW
I am Here.
I write because the scribbling of words
The scribbling of thoughts
In my saddest moment
In writing I discover a world full of opportunity
A world without sadness
A world where I and happy
And the people I know are happy
I write to escape
To run away without
Going anywhere .
I write because in my darkest hour
I can turn to me little blue notebook of lined paper
And my favorite pen
I write to feel better
To get over something tragic and
I write to move on
I write because I NEED
Writing lets me
Cry through my words
Through my sentences
Writing is BEAUTIFUL
What would I do without writing.
That’s why I write.