My Weapon (OctPoWriMo2014)-Day 9

It gets hard that's why I do this

Put the pen to the paper

Because life doesn't turn out the way we want it to

So what else is there to do?

My life wouldn't be here

And my wrists wouldn't be clean

So I use the pen as a blade

And recreate the disaster that's been made

Someone asked me why I continue

When I'm not making a difference

Because I need it to learn

Or else I would set fire to myself and watch through a mirror while I burn

I have to do this

Because life doesn't make sense

And there's too much pain

And my emotions have never been tame

I'm all over the place

And I'm lost and confused

And there's nothing else that I could do

I have demons just like the rest of you

So I do this...