|Writing is the only way
I can truly speak my mind,
With no interruptions
From bad thoughts or feelings.
Just me, pouring my mind
Out onto paper.
It’s almost like taking out the trash.
It grows full after being filled with garbage
So you dump it out.
Without my vice, my trash can fills and overflows
I would rather take that
Then the emptiness that follows after cleaning up.
When there is nothing left to say
And you are left
Empty and alone.