This pen here is my knife
Cuts deeper than ending my lifeBringing to the light what I try to shadeInscribed on the paper that will never fadeConfessing every secret in each strokeSometimes catching me off guard I chokeBut I guess I like the painThe rush of blood flowing from the veinMaking flows out of my wordsEach letter gathering in heardsGrazing across paper thin skinEverything out what I held inThis pen is my gift and curseDouble edge, unlike the knife, hurts worseThe truth sets you free is what they sayDoesn't mean its not in a painful way