pencasso

when i lost within depression
when suicide was the answer
when explaining myself was a fear
when there were no razors near
when alcohol was too much to handle
when my fist couldn’t punch another wall
& when i couldn’t cry anymore

in the midst of the storm
in the middle of dark times
all hope seemed gone
no one there to hear the screams
nothing to mute the voices
of destruction

i picked up a pen & there was my source
a key to my freedom
they say words mean a lot
i can solely agree
all thanks to my hero
poetry forever saved my life