My Note

[TheWall0912]

I write
the only thing I can think of.

My thoughts hidden inside my head,
unable to make their way
onto the paper
that loved ones will read.

As I write,
I feel all my pain
exit through my fingertips
and into the pen.

My words
dripping, in the form of ink,
onto the paper,
staining it black.

I write,
"Goodbye."