A rant: if you think being a poet or a writer is a beautiful thing—it's not. Most of our writings are just another form of cry for help. Sure, we use metaphors and all those beautiful words but what do you know behind all those writings? nothing. It's a painful night with tears streaming down our face. It's a painful night. It's when you cry until your chest hurts. It's when you wonder why you exist in the first place. It's when you stop believing in love. It's when you stop believing in yourself. Writing is an escape. Where a psychiatrist is no longer a person who can help you, you die, slowly, with your poetry.
