My Pencil

Everything you've been through I bet I've been there too From happy times, to feeling blue To friends you notice aren't true In the past trying to hide bruises left on my heart, body, you choose it Instead of speaking, I leave no clue, to my past or present, nobody had a clue Things on my mind I dont't know what to do! I grab my pencil 'cuz it's better than someone to talk to It's my friend, with this I can't lose It makes me happy, it makes me move It gives me strength, it helps me sprout My pencil's the only one who knows what I'm about SS