writing (part 2)

Writing. All writers are different I do it for hate I do it for anger I do it to contain I do it for rage When I pick up a pen It's because I need sanity The world has pissed me off And sent me into calamity My dreams have been crushed And I want revenge I want everything I can't have And I want this all to end I hate everything here And I hate everyone, but what will I have left? When this is all done It will leave nothing behind but The wreckage of who I once was.