Addiction (poetry)

A poet with a pen

Nothing else on her mind

Just what to put on that paper

To fill up her time

She's depressed and alone

Left with nothing to do

So she put the pen to the paper

To write a poem about you

So many memories

That help her get through the day

She tries to let go

Of what others might say

Whether she's just bored

In love, in sadness or heartache

She's glad she has her addiction

Her life is only what she makes

It out to be on pen and paper

It's her only cure

That takes her away

From anything she's sure

She doesn't cut or purge

Not when she's about to write

Instead she gets out her trusty pen

And puts up with the fight

It doesn't harm her

It helps get her feelings out

For she can't talk about them

She has to many doubts

She doesn't trust people

For they tell her lies

She's tired of the hurt

And the late night cries

So she gets out her poetry

And thinks of a rhyme

That helps her escape

Gets her out of her mind

For her addiction isn't bad

It's a paper and pen

To let out all the things

She thinks she won't win

She writes out her tears

And all that she doesn't want anymore

Poetry gets her up

From off the cold hard floor

She writes her heart out

For she wore it on her sleeve

But now she has a release

And one she'll believe

In herself

But maybe not today

But someday soon

She'll listen to what she has to say

Until then she has poetry

That she can let others know

That she knows how it feels

To be depressed and alone