My Weapon (OctPoWriMo2014)-Day 9

It gets hard that's why I do thisPut the pen to the paperBecause life doesn't turn out the way we want it toSo what else is there to do?
My life wouldn't be hereAnd my wrists wouldn't be cleanSo I use the pen as a bladeAnd recreate the disaster that's been made
Someone asked me why I continueWhen I'm not making a differenceBecause I need it to learnOr else I would set fire to myself and watch through a mirror while I burn
I have to do thisBecause life doesn't make senseAnd there's too much painA...