Black Ink Pen

I cant take this anymore
I want to give up
My life isnt what it used to be
My mind has finally corrupt
I've always stood strong
No matter what life had in store
This time I just cant take it
It can only be stuck with me for so long
Please tell me why I always fall back down
When I'm finally on my feet?
Its just not fair
Why is unbearable pain not a stranger to me?
Crying is not a usual thing that I do
But what else do you depend on when you have no one else
To help you get through?
Nothing, except writing out my emotions
My greatest possession is my black ink pen
How I pray
I'll never have to express my feelings in poetry again