05-17-2013, 07:35 PM
I wrote it all down on the paper,
I bled it all over the page,
Before my thoughts turned to vapour,
Before my thoughts turned to rage,
I wished to achieve nothing at all,
To obliterate every feeling I had,
My catharsis was to constantly scrawl,
Because without I would surely go mad,
Desperation is a ground for exposure,
To people I will only be a crutch,
I yearn for this sort of disclosure,
But never has paper weighed so much.
I bled it all over the page,
Before my thoughts turned to vapour,
Before my thoughts turned to rage,
I wished to achieve nothing at all,
To obliterate every feeling I had,
My catharsis was to constantly scrawl,
Because without I would surely go mad,
Desperation is a ground for exposure,
To people I will only be a crutch,
I yearn for this sort of disclosure,
But never has paper weighed so much.