Grieving lives I’ll never live Bleeding words of ink Black honesty on white
The wants and needs and mistakes The pretending, attempting To be someone I’m not
Pursuing a goal A truth misplaced, for a Moment, a life somehow forgot
My breath, my heart My mind, my blood Are words coated in ink
So here I stand in my truth Leaving behind the lie The life that never quite fit
I am a writer after all My veins bleed ink So, I suppose this is it
This is my declaration My statement of intent I am a writer
Nothing else
This is all there is