I came across some paper,
It was crumpled, torn and frayed,
Stained with ink and tears,
A tormented artist played,
Their heavy heart and troubled mind,
Had written words so true,
A hidden path into their world,
A reason for their blues,
Inspired by your written words,
I penned one of my own,
To tell you not to worry,
That you will never be alone,
My heavy heart lifted with the words I wrote,
Flowing without effort,
Upon this tear stained note,
I put this note into the bin,
And I slowly walked away,
To hide the emotion of my soul,
Of where this artist played.
