My flimsy hands, grasp the pen
That tells of the same misery over again
Even though I cant stand without falling
Cant speak without stopping
And cant open my eyes without feeling scared
This pen is my last hope
And its the only thing keeping me here
But this pen and these sacred words
Help define the intricate ut breakable
Emotions that make me who I am
They are always here
And they help create, endless thoughts
That I let live inside of me
Until they puncture my soul
And rip me wide open
Yes, these sacred words are my everything
Because they come from the soul of a hopeless poet
Theyre from my heart
