When I need time for myself, I write.

I write until dinner,

I write until bed.

I write until the thoughts are out of my head.

It'e either love or death,

what can I say?

The voices in my head

just get in the way.

Sure, they're all me,

but that doesn't matter.

You don't understand,

they make such a clatter.

It all braks down when

one thinks I'm dead.

That's when the words burst

out of my head.

I know I've got issues,

but that's what i get.

This is the easiest

that I've written yet.

The words write themselves.

My heart is aching,

and I'm just watching.

My hand is shaking.

When I need time for myself I write.

In a notebook.

I hide from the world.

The only time you can read it;

I'll be buried.

Dead; above this world.