When I write,
I feel like Superman with a
Gun in his hand
Spewing out bullets of pain,
Despair and,
Uncomfortability
But I feel invincible and with the pencil in my hand,
A nascar race inside my head with my thoughts being the drivers,
It’s uncontrollable and I get the urge to grab the gun and end my life because I’m worthless and mean nothing to nobody but when I pick up my pencil and my thoughts start racing,
I am the most indestructible force known to mankind
I am,
Superman
You see?
I’ve picked up a knife,
Once or...