Creativity is a drug I can't live without

Rain pours down,
Soaking the ground,
Like my pen bearing down,
On the ink-saturated pages,
Where it forms the words,
Of anger and pain,
That are the existence,
Of my life.

Each drop of rain,
Poison filled with pain,
Falling on my head,
Crushing all my hope,
Like the splattering of ink,
Across all the words,
Drowning them out,
Ruining the existence of my life.

Everything I can,
Becomes what I can't,
Except the words,
That form on the paper,
From blood to ink,
The existence of my life.

My mind or my poetry,
My pen or my crack,
My notebooks, My life,
What I write,
Why I write,
Becomes my life,
Is my life.

Thanks for reading! :}
writing is my life and i would literally die without it,
The poison filled with pain stanza isn't really true, i love the rain but thats what
it would feel like if i couldn't write,
it doesn't fit in as well but i liked it and had fun writing it.
comment if you like/criticism