I don’t do this just to be cool…I don’t do this just to fit in…
If I did I would just be a fool..That used lines that were bitten…
Because when I write I express myself with some true feelings…
That let you all access my hell, sometimes leaving you reeling…
Cause I write about reality, whats happening, just what I see…
Just what I feel, all these cuts I healed, this is just what I be…
Cause if you looked into these eyes you’d see torment and hate…
A ripped heart in pain, the pen n pad becomes your vent to make-…
Your emotions escape, to let go of things that create depression…
And Im confessin with everything I write I learn a new lesson…
Because I write about what I go through, I have so much pain…
And I show you, Just a emotional picture is just whats made…
Only if you all could just understand…where I come from…
A background surrounded by pain something I try to run from…
But it always catches up to me and brings me down in the end…
I try to act positive but things happen and I start frownin again…
Looking at all the negativity that just happens to come my way…
So I sit thinking about all the hate I have but that sums my day…
Times like these the pen n pad become my greatest friend I have…
I just write and write till I feel better, sometimes it ends in laughs…
Others with tears, But I carry on knowing what a new day brings…
A new beginning and new chances to take, so you say things-…
To keep yourself positive and it works even though shit hurts…
But it cant get worse till I hit rock bottom but I always hit first…
But I get right back up, I let it out, that’s why I write how I feel…
But this ink just makes the cuts go away that I now have healed…