I write to disappear.
I write to relapse.
But I also write to convalesce.
I write to drown my demons, we don't get along.
I write because I'm a goner.
I write so I won't forget.
But I don't write to be forgotten.
I write to clean my slate, to throw words into oblivion.
I write calamities, hurricanes, and mishaps.
I write because I want to be heard.
Actually, I write because I want to be listened to.
I want my words to mean something.
I want my poetry to cause emotion, to cause an affliction on your sore spots.
I want to bleed my thoughts into paper so I no longer have to carry them on my fingertips.
It's far too hard explaining to strangers why I have blood on my hands.
So, I write.
I write until I fall asleep, until dawn shakes me awake.
I write until my brain is a mixed up, messed up, empty ocean of previous tragedies.
I write until my words stop coming out as daggers.
I write, I write, I write.