Writing Ode

I get in my writing bag when I'm in a bad place & just need to release especially since its my only source of peace shit who need friends as long as I gotta pen & a pad who ease the hurt as I grow from mad to glad always knowing the perfect words to say there by my side since the very 1st day even when others don't understand you never turned back your hand you continue to push me I thank you for the motivation for the vaction trips being joined to me by the hip for being there when I need you the most for its not a soul that can even come close