The Pain The Pen The Page

Some Are Ravaged Some Are Damaged
 
Some Just Feel So Dark And Disadvantaged  
 
Some They Sink Some Are On Just On The Brink  
 
Some So Wasted And Weary They Can't Even Think  
 
Some Are Hanging In There By One Thin Thread  
 
Some Pray When They Awake They Will Be Dead  
 
Some Crying In A Corner Afraid To Move Forward  
 
Some Primal Scream And They Hurl Swear Words  
 
Some Use Razor Cutting To Deal With Their Pain  
 
And Pray For The Blood To Wash Their Soul Like Rain  
 
Some Just Run From Themselves And Never Stop  
 
Some Just Wilt And Fade Into The Shadowed Backdrop  
 
I Just Tend To Rend And Rage When I See Bars Of A Cage  
 
And Assuage My Wrath  On All In My Path With Pen And The Page