Writing is my way of fighting,
Since therapy isn't working.
All my problems turn to dollars,
They’re making money off someones daughter.
They say it's a talent
But for me its an outlet.
I bang my head against the wall,
Trying to make sure I don't fall,
Because everything feels wrong.
Thankfully,
Writing makes me strong,
My journal holds all my secrets
So that I'm kinder to my wrists.
my journal is my favorite thing,
It keeps me from going insane.
Writing is my way of fighting,
It might be why I’m not dying.