I think out of everything you did
to ruin me, to hold me
to grasp me, to choke me
the thing i cannot forgive you for
is crushing my throat
my writing is my breath
and you stole it in my sleep
you forbade it
you forgave me
as long as i didnt write anymore
i forgot what to say
how to say it
how to word it
how to rhyme it
i forgot how to write about anything
besides our sick, fake love
and now they tell me i can't write either
but you all can see
im suffocating
you're choking me
writing is my outlet
and you dont want to see me without it
before writing i was a cutter
id slash marks into my arm like i was just butter
and i'd take too many pills just to end it
i took so many pills i almost did it
and then one day my high school counselor
put a pen in my hand and said 'write'
and i did
and i wrote, and i wrote, and i
went back the next day and she said
how did it go?
i said i feel free, liberated
like these scars are just obliterated
i can breathe again you found my lungs
and i can never thank you enough
and she smiled and told me to go write
so i did
i wrote through breakups, makeups
friendships, death
a miscarriage, depression,
alcoholism, suicide attempts
i wrote through it all
and i came out stronger
and i came out with my fingers
and a pen
because that's all i need
so when you took that ability away
you took my coping away
you made me suffer alone
in my sea of misery
and ill never forgive you for that
two long years with no writing
unless it was i love you
no hidden poems in my mattress
no secret lyrics in my bathroom
nothing to let me let it out
so i died
i died so many times in that small time frame
so many times
and now im supposed to bet distraught
im supposed to be in agony
because of what you did to me
but instead i just dont feel a thing
which means i cant write a damn thing
and i hate you for doing this to me
to ruin me, to hold me
to grasp me, to choke me
the thing i cannot forgive you for
is crushing my throat
my writing is my breath
and you stole it in my sleep
you forbade it
you forgave me
as long as i didnt write anymore
i forgot what to say
how to say it
how to word it
how to rhyme it
i forgot how to write about anything
besides our sick, fake love
and now they tell me i can't write either
but you all can see
im suffocating
you're choking me
writing is my outlet
and you dont want to see me without it
before writing i was a cutter
id slash marks into my arm like i was just butter
and i'd take too many pills just to end it
i took so many pills i almost did it
and then one day my high school counselor
put a pen in my hand and said 'write'
and i did
and i wrote, and i wrote, and i
went back the next day and she said
how did it go?
i said i feel free, liberated
like these scars are just obliterated
i can breathe again you found my lungs
and i can never thank you enough
and she smiled and told me to go write
so i did
i wrote through breakups, makeups
friendships, death
a miscarriage, depression,
alcoholism, suicide attempts
i wrote through it all
and i came out stronger
and i came out with my fingers
and a pen
because that's all i need
so when you took that ability away
you took my coping away
you made me suffer alone
in my sea of misery
and ill never forgive you for that
two long years with no writing
unless it was i love you
no hidden poems in my mattress
no secret lyrics in my bathroom
nothing to let me let it out
so i died
i died so many times in that small time frame
so many times
and now im supposed to bet distraught
im supposed to be in agony
because of what you did to me
but instead i just dont feel a thing
which means i cant write a damn thing
and i hate you for doing this to me