I know I’ve been writing too much,
About all the pain I have inside,
Probably the only outlet I have,
When I can’t rely on anyone else,
Sorry, if my words are too dark,
Too depressing and moody, bland inside,
Too solid like a concrete,
Nothing soft or abstract about it,
In every breath I take,
Weakens me like a kryptonite,
Slowly corrupting my mind,
Bereft of color,
It’s not that I never want to,
Write something charming and sweet,
But the mind have a different side,
One too broken to reside.
Write Ally! Write! 