Hey! Its Poetry

Yo, I just need to write this letter, My handwriting is ugly but I hope it makes you feel a little bit beter. My words might be neglected & emotions lost in some of my sentences. But hey, Its poetry, there's alot of pain behind the scenes. The air is thick of cigarette smell in a dimmed room where every thought can be heard speaking of you silently. Almost like in a daydream. except I can hear my Childhhood monsters from under the bed screaming! Its addictive, the Late nights of drinking excessive, thinking about love & Hate how I actually feel about it.. My place of escape has become darker than it's darkness. My pen colour the trauma in moments sketched like a talented artist. a Emtyness of where my heart is.. The places & their faces all script for my reader's entertainment. My pen, abused by beauty & narcism, tells a story about the passion of a writer on this pages hes Childhhood thought is to outrageous, who now wants to be a little stronger. So i put my pen down.. I need to embrace this a little longer.