I am...

I am the prisoner trapped in her own head
I am the knife that pierces the flesh of the troubled life
I am the last drop at the bottom of every bottle
I am the broken promise that retrieves you to your past
I am the empty room, void of everything but the vacuous

shells you surround yourself with

I am the fading ray of hope that you cling to for dear life
I am the sky that you dedicate your tears to nightly
I am the blank look that plagues your beauty daily
I am the candy you eat to extinguish all the pain
I am the vacant place where your love used to sit

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...