i do the things that i do
out of the desperation to live.
if i’m not going to write it down,
where will i scream it?
when i feel lower than the layer
of the bottom of a cliff,
being a poet is the first thing that comes
into my mind.
first, because that’s the only thing
that i can do,
and second, because that’s the safest
way to die.
because if you are
to write it all down,
eyes closed, forcing tears not to fall,
it feels the same as going through it.
it feels like entering a hole
that only your arms fit.
they say it’s fun being a poet.
it is, not until you experience
being consumed by the words
to the point that
you can no longer find
another way of sharing your emotions
in a way that people will understand
aside from
writing.
words are, indeed, nice friends,
but most of the times, they come out
in the most aggressive, painful way.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Şiir"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
