WHY WRITE

A room as a square,
thoughts floats on air.
still on edge of despair,
own life want to spare.

question how could it be?
of course, you know how it should be.
Yet a simple step can't be,
for i still fall in flee.

Pushed away wool fold,
protects you on cold.
Why am i a fool,
well, ice snow act of woeful.

I write on express,
of emotion on depress.
Hope I'll regress
to a child, on vanished disgrace.