Words are the tools of the depressed.
i sit in my room willing for the words,
words that will describe the never-ending torment.
many poems are written but once finished become obsolete
as thought the mind is shifting and emotions changing
venting prior emotions just makes room for more
defenseless and frustrated,
the soul feels empty once again.
Writers write to make them whole
to allow others to see inside
to read the words and finally see whats inside their own mind
Wanting so much for the perfect written piece
detailing the pain and confusion
wishing for the hopeless unobtainable goal of sense and sanity
any written piece is just one part of what the author wills you to see
use the tools
write the words
allow your soul to be free
