My words pound your pages,
And my tears stain the ink,
But you take it.
My emotions overwhelm me,
And my mind suffocates my lungs,
But you take it.
When I was doubled-over crying,
Lying on the ground,
Tears soaked up by the carpet,
You listened without question.
Bullets from my ballpoint pen buffet you,
But you are bullet proof.
Through sickness and in health,
For better or for worse,
You are always there.
The wall flower in the back of the party,
Taking everything in without a comment.
Page after page of recorded pain,
And day after day of depressed thoughts,
You take it.
The only person ever there for me is you.
My most loyal companion,
My journal.