I write to free my mind, my thoughts
A deadly weapon to society
You pick up a gun or a knife 
I pick up a pen and let my words start to fight 
You fill your emptiness with drugs
Whereas I fill it with haunting words 
I see things that you can't see 
I allow myself to learn more than you will ever know
I watch, I listen and most importantly I feel 
Then I write 
I don't care if I make a difference when I write 
At times I know my words can change or even save a life 
And just when you think I have nothing left to say I pick my pen right back up for a new day
And I write 

-My favorite poet, Hedonist Poet