Writing

Writing is a way to be free
It is an escape
To reality
It makes you forget anything
But at the same time
It makes you over think
It is chaotic yet beautiful

I love it when I put my thoughts
In a piece of paper
It takes all the pain away
But I also hate it
Because it makes me realize
That sometimes my life
Is a living hell

I write to express myself
In a way my voice wouldn't able to
Because I am weak
And afraid that no one will listen
In my powerless voice
I write when I am suffocated
And when I am closest to exploding

There are days when
My mind is full
But there are no concepts
No motivations and inspirations
Just voices in my head
A clutter of thoughts
Waiting to be written