How poetry saved me

I was lost Slowely falling apart I forgot, who I was And I have totally lost my spark My mind was dark And my life was ending I kept pretending So everybody tought I was fine Even tough I had lost my shine I was living in this darkness And it seamed endless I started to write poerty And expressed my feelings My poems started to have meanings "I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say" And even when everybody goes away The poetry will stay I write when I'm falling apart Or when somebody lights up my heart I write when I'm afraid Or when I feel betrayed But most important is With my poems I express Who I really am inside