Some answers lay in ruins
Some will stay unspoken
Could this be the reason why
People lay there broken?

I am just a child to you
But my writing saved my life
I could have passed away today
With the help of just a knife

I could take the easy way out
And forever be a child
Or I could get strung out on drugs
And go insanely wild

See I may seem so young to you
But everyone has troubles
And when I write my feelings down
My happiness doubles

I could hide my every fear
Or even hide myself
But I would rather write a book
To fill another shelf

So look into my stories
Then you'll feel my pain
Even if you don't see
It's why I'm not insane