Voynich

I write when I’m angry

I write when I’m sad

I write when I’m lonely

Or when there’s a truth to be had

I write to hold on

I write to let go

I write when it hurts because it hurts when I don’t

I write to stay sane

I write to understand

The machine that’s inside me I control with my hands

I write to find peace though it never shows it’s face

I write to light up this dark little space

I live and I breathe and most days I don’t know why

But if I write out my thoughts I feel less the urge to cry

I write because life is a harsh and desolate range

I write with the hope that one day things may change.