Sometimes I write poems as a form of therapy.

"Bloodletting"
When my darkness haunts me deep,
I write these thoughts I'd rather not keep.
When the pressure builds in my head,
On days that I'd rather wake up dead,
I write you these words for you to hold.
To help you too, should I be so bold.
I bleed out these letters into this space,
To release the worry from my face.
I use that darkness that haunts my soul
To fill the void in this great white hole.
I smear the ink like drops of blood
Straight from the heart, a great black flood.
I just let it flow out onto this page,
Until it quiets the burning rage.
Until these thoughts begin to cease.
Until these beats begin to ease.
And then the calm pours over me.
In the form of words for you to see.