Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ My Poems ❯ Poem #17 ( Chapter 17 )

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By: snarky

The words won't stop writing and they

Pour forth like vomit from my pen so

I vomit them up in the hopes that I

Will feel better and I won't and the

Injustice of it all is overwhelming.

My poetry is pain it is my soul poured

Onto paper and when I listen to my

Soul I hear the words screaming

To write of pain and anguish and fear

And singing and laughter. I am written to keep me

Bitter, to keep me from falling asleep at

Night because I haven't written in

Days, maybe months maybe years and

It is all I know to do To survive

If I did not write using the

Pen surely by know I would have died

By bloody fingers. I am supposed to be

Invisible, invincible

And doing it hurts more than I'll ever know