Writing Practice

I'm writing this for practice, just giving my pen a work out As I work out a way to get this hurt out I'm going to kill my demons so bring a hearse out Odds were against me, most people had depression beating me in the first round I was never the strongest or smartest, just strong and smart enough to know how to survive I rose up when they expected me to go down and cry A few times I wanted to call it quits because I couldn't overcome the wall of life Even when I had tears in my eyes I was still fighting with all my might I was bullied at school and made to feel inadequate Then I picked up my pad and my pen became my advocate The pain in my childhood made me heartless for a while and removed my ability to be compassionate Love can change your life, but so can a lack of it I've been backstabbed, bullied, ridiculed and laughed at Thought I'd got over my darkest times, but my mind sometimes re-enacts that I plan to find the happiness in my future that my past lacked I'm still on my journey, I need to stop focusing too much on where I crashed at I don't judge others because we all cope in different ways This isn't a poem this is just rhyming words on a missing page I only speak on it if I've been through it I had a lost thought so I had to put my pen to it