• I do not know what to say,
    but I feel the need to write anyway.
    I feel the need to talk,
    but I’m not even sure about what.
    I know there is something I wanted to say,
    but the thought seems to have evaporated.
    I'm not sure why I feel so disconnected,
    maybe I just have too much on my mind that I can't speak.
    Or maybe I just don't know how.
    I lost my ability a while back.
    I put myself in a place to not feel,
    to not react,
    so I wouldn't know that life was real.
    But now I'm past that scene,
    we've began a different act.
    I lost my ability,
    and I really want it back.
    My heart strives and knows,
    but my mind is never sure.
    Too long it's been behind locked doors.
    I had even glued shut the cracks,
    when I realized things were leaking out.
    I've lost my ability,
    Please,
    will you help me get it back?
    People say I’m too hard on myself,
    but they just don't know.
    Right now I write freely on this piece of paper,
    I don't have to worry.
    This paper loves my flaws,
    it craves my flaws.
    A piece of paper is just a piece of paper,
    it craves the imperfections of writing,
    so it too can different.
    Yes.
    I love to be different,
    but sometimes I feel I've gone too far.
    This pen and paper love me,
    but a piece of paper is blind;
    all it can do is feel.
    You may say this paper loves the pain,
    as I sit here and try to think.
    What is the point?
    We all try to go through life for what?
    We began with nothingness,
    but yet there is life.
    Why did it start?
    Like this paper we feel,
    we all feel,
    no matter what.
    We are provoked by what we see and hear.
    People can write dirty things,
    but it doesn't change the paper.
    People can write pretty things,
    but it still stays a piece of paper.
    Yes, the paper's appearance changes.
    The imperfections upon it's surface,
    giving it a character.
    Giving it a story to tell.
    Since we are human,
    we should never give in,
    like the paper did.
    Funny how I had nothing to say,
    but yet so much came out.
    With the little magic,
    of a pen and a piece of paper.