My Pen and Paper

Through my whole life,
I've had to deal with pain,
Talking never helped,
And cutting made me insane.

I soon found my comfort,
Even though it took so long,
It was writing some poems,
And even a song.

Getting my feelings out,
Was helping me so much,
But when I told my friends of this,
They didn't think it as such.

All of them thought it was silly,
What could words on paper mean,
It was like they didn't understand,
The drama of being a teen.

Through my tears over him,
And when the world didn't seem to care,
When my best friend ignored me,
My pen and paper were always there.

No one quite understands,
What writing means to me,
Maybe if they tried it,
They would finally see.

**Eh...definitely not my best...but whenever my ex and I were on the phone I'd be writing...and he'd complain that I cared more about my pen and paper than him...writing is my one freedom in life. I dunno...just my viewpoint on it...I'd appreciate the votes/comments!!**