What made me write?

Was it the death of my best friend,

Was it the loss of control,

Was it the drinking?

Honestly why I started to write is a mystery to me,

I just sat down and threw together words that cam to my mind,

Doing so made me feel more, 

more like a person again,

Poetry and me,

Poetry and me have history,

Even though it's sad and rough,

Poetry and me have history.