Cutting

This pen here is my knife

Cuts deeper than ending my life

Bringing to the light what I try to shade

Inscribed on the paper that will never fade

Confessing every secret in each stroke

Sometimes catching me off guard I choke

But I guess I like the pain

The rush of blood flowing from the vein

Making flows out of my words

Each letter gathering in heards

Grazing across paper thin skin

Everything out what I held in

This pen is my gift and curse

Double edge, unlike the knife, hurts worse

The truth sets you free is what they say

Doesn't mean its not in a painful way