crafting emotions on paper is difficult when your lost of words
frantically searching for a meaning to my scribble
but never finding any connection to them
it comes down like a death sentence when I write happy endings
I'm constantly trying to edit my mistakes
but always tearing away at the medium instead
it's like etching out a new existence and never living it
I'm not a man of many words so don't bother reading my mind
you'll blur your vision and you'll become lost in the pages
Just add a bookmark to me and come back another time
or leave me on the shelf to collect dust
because checking out was always a fiction