I hate writing
Because I can never tell
If I really believe what I write.
I can no longer tell what I make up
Of what is really happening.
I take so much inspiration
From different places,
But nothing feels like me.
I just sit and write and type and doodle,
Effortlessly,
But I feel distant.
I do not realize I create stories in my head
As if they are real until I read again.
None of it's me,
But I keep writing
Because I need to distract myself
From lies that I know are lies;
I need to distract myself
From things that make me cry.
I just keep writing fantasies,
And I will keep writing
Until I forget how to breathe.
- Written December 10, 2015 @ 8:25 PM
- Edited March 23, 2022 @ 2:49 AM
