What is writing to me?

 On the long lost night

with the wounds I have been trying to heal

all the emotions that I could barely express

would want a chance to outrage

Those all rambling thoughts

searched a way to find peace

with the ink that fears to be shattered on paper

here comes the credence

taking the credits of the passion created ways

For all those who felt the same

My heart paved a way to express

if not writing there's another way called to read

To read all the soul that's broken 

To heal all the wounds that are hidden

To speak all the truth that's disguised

and to live all the love that was never fallen out...