Poem

I wrote this during math the other day. 
 
A pencil writing against paper,
Such a wonderful sound,
Soft, just barely heard,
If you listen closely, you can hear it all around.
 
Take the time to think,
You can write words with soul,
Passion, meaning, write your feelings out,
Makes the hurt go away, though stress can take its toll.
 
Write anything,
Anything your heart desires,
Quickly, quickly,
Until your hand perspires.
 
Depression, Trich,
Go hand in hand,
Once you fall in,
They surround you like a band.
 
Writing can ease the ache,
But it will never fully leave,
That, you must do yourself,
But only if you believe.
 
Life is a journey,
One step at a time,
And this my friend, this,
This life, is mine.