She picked up the pen in her hand and she

Wrote herself to insanity as if writing herself to

Madness was the only way she could forget her

Own, and so she wrote and wrote until her fingers

Became calloused with the grip of her hands like it was

The only thing that she could hold onto, like

It was the only thing that made her keep her ground

As her mind became a canvas of words that only

She could understand whilst she painted her paper

With the ink of the pen that held so much untold stories

That she wanted to release.

But no, no it didn't do her justice.

As these words that flowed around her head

Became the monsters that she began to drown in

And the more that she sunk herself in, the

More she became someone that she didn't know anymore

And so she wrote and wrote as the paper

In front her was drenched in salty water

Till her hands began shaking in tension

And her mind completely in chaos.

But as soon as she was done, she would close

That little notebook and hide it away in her closet

And she wiped her eyes and cheeks dry while sitting for a

A full minute gripping that black pen like

She was begging it to make her feel nothing and take

Away her feelings for once and when she

Puts down that pen, she walks out of her room

And into the outside world as she walks around

Like nothing happened at all.