Coping

From my mind to the page,

Words spill our onto the paper.

As i cry my heart out, 

I write more and more. 

My emotions are the ink,

And I can't stop writing. 

My pain, my fear, and sadness

Are all bearable if I write. 

It releases the hold on me. 

I will still be in pain but I won't collapse. 

So I write, I need to write, 

This is my oxygen, 

And if I stop I die.