This Pen And This Paper....

This pen and this paper

They have became my only friend

The only ones to lend an ear

Right to te bitter end

The words I cannot speak of

They trickle down my hand

Though I myself become dazed and confused

You seem to understand

The pen and the paper

My hero that knows no shame

Unseen is my moto

But Misery remains my name

UnseenMisery UnseenMisery
18-21, M
1 Response Mar 11, 2010

It's so sad, but still true , that sometimes you only have paper to listen , and to be there for you ..<br />
I have a passion for writing , and I know for fact that I'm lonely , so I can relate, though your words were simple, but they speak the truth ...