Why She Writes

A girl in a world of empty dreams
Contained in a world bursting at the seams
She feels along in a crowded place
A smile hides her crying face
But her pencil brings a sense of calm
Like a knife in her palm
Making words of blood and lines of pain
Writing is all that keeps her sane
Paper is a world she can control
It helps release what's inside her soul
She writes hurt and she writes scared
She reveals things otherwise unshared
She writes to cry and she writes to scream
And to try and fill her empty dream