Its been a while since I've sat down and wrote
It's funny because its always been the one thing that gives me a bit of hope
This pen that silences all my tears
This paper that envelopes all my fears
This ink. The words. Those thoughts. My nerves.
My feelings shaped onto this pad creating the shapings of my insecurities
Because God knows I persecute myself to the fullest extent like I'm the prosecutor, judge, and jury
Writing has always been my little escape because for those 10 minutes life seems so much more than great
It's like the pen is lifting the world because I can't keep holding that weight
My tears are dried; my fears no longer alive
See my pad is better than any friend
I can tell my emotions with no judgement or worrying if it's getting spread to the world
It creates an innocence about myself
Like the days I had no worries, just being happy and basking in being mommy's little girl . . .
