Writing out my whole life,
down on paper,
bits in pieces,
here and there,
not all at once,
because there's not enough paper in the world to write it all down,
writing's not an escape anymore,
it's my life,
people all ask why,
but they seem to not understand,
even when it comes to an end,
and writing doesn't seem to work anymore,
my feeling's and my emotions will never explode,
But even though,
my feeling's and my emotions are inside,
im to strong to explode,
and this paper i write on,
will always be near by,
to hear what i have to say,
even when i can't put it into words,
i shall try my hardest,
to make it out so these few people around can understand,
that only this is one chapter of my life written down in words
