Death Is a Page Away

I woke from a nightmare and turned it into my favourite day I looked Depression in its eyes and fought because I refuse to fade away I use the ink to talk about the things the world is afraid to say I kill every poem I write, So don't challenge me because your death is a page away Ready or not here I come You should fear my pen like you fear a gun When my pen has a fully loaded clip, I compare to none You say you live for chaos, but then you apologise and try to repair what's done I don't respect Hypocrites and I don't like people who can't speak their mind Why should I apologise if someone gets offended when they read my rhymes? I accept I'm a flawed man, and stopped hiding from the fact I'm bipolar I'm currently laughing at the pain and stress I used to cry over I made it past times when they counted me out and told me I wouldn't make it I survived everything even when I thought I couldn't take it I was thrown in the deep end before I was ready Since then I've used my pen in the same way Jason Voorhees uses his Machete I turned poetry into a horror scene Learned from yesterday's nightmares to follow tomorrow's dreams I fought like Mike Tyson in his prime so I had to be a success I left blood on the pad and bought depression to its death I woke from a nightmare and turned it into my favourite day I looked depression in its eyes and fought because I refuse to fade away I use ink to talk about things the world is afraid to say When I have a pen in my hand, your death is a page away