It was worth it

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.