All I need is pen and paper,
So I can drown my sorrows,
In words.

Lots and lots of words,
All meaningless to others,
But everything to me.

Some are happy,
But most are sad.
Because sad is what I am.

I touch the ink to the blank page,
The words start pouring out.
Until there's no room.

Stuck with a dilemma,
I must keep it inside.
Because I have no pen and paper.