I yell into my notebook
But all I hear is noise
Static stuck to plastic
Prepackaged without voice
It's not real to me anymore
This life of writing words
I shove my work into my ear
But still I can't be heard
Muscles straining underneath
Heavy thoughts inside my brain
I pull them out, write them down
The page still weighs the same
Darkening the paper
With teardrops out of spite
At least that way it blurs
The parts I can't rewrite
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
I yell into my notebook
But all I hear is noise
Static stuck to plastic
Prepackaged without voice
It's not real to me anymore
This life of writing words
I shove my work into my ear
But still I can't be heard
Muscles straining underneath
Heavy thoughts inside my brain
I pull them out, write them down
The page still weighs the same
Darkening the paper
With teardrops out of spite
At least that way it blurs
The parts I can't rewrite
