I feel the world crushing me in like currents.
I know some people that are cutting.
I know some that are wishing.
While, I know that there are some that ended it.
I feel the world crushing in on me like currents.
I thus write poetry, I keep on humming.
I know some that are lost, are lost causes, and are desperately and utterly deep.
I cry and weep.
I write poetry to save the weak.
I wrote poetry when I wanted to die, music inside that needed to be heard.
Rightfully so, love is a serious and selfish matter.
But when you find it, everything that shattered, is grown together, and peace is obtained, maintained, and kept together – with soul.