I wish I didn't know how to write, 
Or how to use a pen.
I wish this skill was forbidden, 
The greatest of all sin.

I wish I didn't know how to think, 
Or how to use my mind.
If they took it all away, 
These words I would not find.

I wish I didn't know how to love, 
Or even how to break.
Both of these leave me in fear, 
In which I write as I shake.

So take this all away, 
Leave me empty in my heart.
I do not want to write again, 
It's tearing me apart.