Pick Up This Pen
My heart beats faster each moment I’m awake
I have this feeling that I just can’t shake
This pain inside I’m about to break
I’m walking a thin line between life and death
Struggling to catch my breath
My life is flashing before my very eyes
I can feel my blood pressure starting to rise
Tired of other’s trying to cut me down to size
I’m discovering who I want to be
There’s things going on that others don’t see
I question my ability
Looking for something positive
I have to stay active
Choose to live
Choose to forgive
Today I choose to look at myself in the mirror
I choose to see the good
Take off this hood
Start living my life
It’s time to pick up this pen
I choose to start writing again
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