A pen and paper
That's all I need to get by
When I'm writing out my thoughts
I can let myself cry
So much lies within me
You read it all the time
Most of the poems you see
Are my life put into a rhyme
There are many things I regret
Many things I will not name
But no matter how much I deny it
The pain is all the same
I am weak and weary
Tears often swell in my eyes
As I try to find new ways
To stop these constant cries
I'm searching for a way out
Some type of release
Anything to stop my old habit
Something else to keep me at peace
I see these words in ink
That is where they'll stay
The thoughts are out of me
My heart is no longer their prey
This in my new way out
This is the path I must take
Maybe to you its strange
But this is my escape.
* My writing means a lot to me (though I don't think its that good) and I decided to dedicate a poem to my poems, which help me through so much. Hope you like it.
