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by No1ButMe May 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A poet with a pen Nothing else on her mind Just what to put on that paper To fill up her time She's depressed and alone Left with nothing to do So she put the pen to the paper To write a poem about you So many memories That help her get through the day She tries to let go Of what others might say Whether she's just bored In love, in sadness or heartache She's glad she has her addiction Her life is only what she makes It out to be on pen and paper It's her only cure That takes her away From anything she's sure She doesn't cut or purge Not when she's about to write Instead she gets out her trusty pen And puts up with the fight It doesn't harm her It helps get her feelings out For she can't talk about them She has to many doubts She doesn't trust people For they tell her lies She's tired of the hurt And the late night cries So she gets out her poetry And thinks of a rhyme That helps her escape Gets her out of her mind For her addiction isn't bad It's a paper and pen To let out all the things She thinks she won't win She writes out her tears And all that she doesn't want anymore Poetry gets her up From off the cold hard floor She writes her heart out For she wore it on her sleeve But now she has a release And one she'll believe In herself But maybe not today But someday soon She'll listen to what she has to say Until then she has poetry That she can let others know That she knows how it feels To be depressed and alone