These Things I Write

These Things I Write

Pull out the knife in my back,
And give it back to her.
Show her I’m not afraid,
Show her the scars she caused.
There’s nothing more I can do,
She turned everyone against me.
I’ve got no one left,
To care if I die.
She left me so hurt,
Bleeding from the pain.
I show everyone how I feel,
These things I write.
I express my feelings through words,
It helps ease the pain.
People say I’m crazy,
And think I’m not normal.
They’re my life,
I doesn’t cause others pain.
I’ve been writing since they caused me pain,
And I will keep going until I die.
Some say I have talent,
And some say I don’t.
I write these from my heart,
And pour my life into them.

By Fred Smith