We are here

Life is a fickle thing

that we barely understand

yet we tell our stories

as if it was last thing we'll ever do.

 

We pour our heart and soul into our works.

We write about

Cutting

Depression

Happiness

Healing

Love

Hate

Anger

Sadness

Family

Friends

Blood

Of things gained

And of things lost.

We write about Everything

We write about Nothing.

 

We write about life and death.

Yet do we understand what we write?

The more we answer, the more we question.

We want knowledge.

We want to learn.

We want love.

We want anger.

We want sin.

We want redemption.

We want life.

We want death.

We're here and we're not leaving.

Author's Note

Just some random poetry.

Reviews

[Personne]

Ah, very nice. It shows the views of every writer on this site it seems. We can all relate one way or another because we are all writers and we write what we feel. Nice, simple write. I enjoyed, made me feel important to be on this site as a writer(: