Actual Life

Writing brings me to life
With the characters I made
To keep my own sanity,
To protect me from the loneliness

Writing shows me death
Killing off the persona's I created.
To divulge into their minds
Is to divulge into mine.

Writing brings me understanding
Making compromises with myself
To keep friendships strong,
To protect me from myself

Writing brings me hope
Trying daily to make things better.
To wish that I could change this for the better
Is to have false optimism.

Writing may bring me all these things
But it can't bring me what I really want
Closer to actual life, sanity and understanding
I can only fake it