When the pain gets too bad

when the world makes me way too mad

when I refuse to cry

When I just want to die

My anger and frustration goes to words

I may not always be able to speak

I may not always be able to think

I may not always be kind

I can hardly ever speak my mind

The words flow directly through the pen

Even if I feel like death

Even if I can't catch my breath

Even if I just need to go to bed

Even if I can't escape my head

The words flow stronger.

I write to feel free

I write to be me

I write out of anger

I write instead of causing danger

Writing is all I can do to keep from giving in.