The struggles I face every day,
All I could see is dark grey,
The pain of not being able to write,
My papers are still blank white,
No one understands this distress,
A feeling I can't confess,
Pens and papers are enemies,
But we shared so much memories,
Maybe it's time to burn,
And to never return.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
The struggles I face every day,
All I could see is dark grey,
The pain of not being able to write,
My papers are still blank white,
No one understands this distress,
A feeling I can't confess,
Pens and papers are enemies,
But we shared so much memories,
Maybe it's time to burn,
And to never return.
