The Lost Writer

Society lacks recognition for the pain it provokes over people that follow the guidelines and suffer from its demands. A writer breaks under the pressure of those rules, and learns how powerful their words really are.
This is a poem that discusses the pressures of society and how anxiety and depression can affect one's story.

You may interpret it as you please, but... *WARNING*: there is sensitive content! (suicidal thoughts, skin cutting, etc.)
I never intended this to inspire any harmful actions, but to spark hope for those that need it, and even motivate ideas in your own stories.