Life in my Pen

It's the life in my pen & im picking him up, again. This is where I use poetry & start to pretend. I don't know why im about to write this, but ignorance is bliss. Gave up my whole life, the late nights until death itself fights just to script this! I must have missed it, but you never listened. Gave you my everything & you just dissed it. Lately my heart feels distant. I love you but the hate is more persistent. Theres Weakness in your forgiveness! I'm done choosing this! Then when im alone again, I find myself behind these papers & Pen, maybe im addicted to these thoughts of feeling so relentless within. I'm sad but it makes my soul creative, looking at it like ART, thinking how did i create this? I'm to real to people's faces, even i know what the stakes is. Its a constant battle on this paper my weapon is the ink writing out of this pen. Saying the same poem over & Over again. if I acknowledge God in all my ways, I can be great no matter what im up against.