Deadly Games

Writing

Have you ever just felt so very sad
That the only thing you can do
Is pour everything within you, out
Into the pages
Of a notebook?
Sometimes it comes out as a poem
Maybe a song
A story
But it seems to dull the ache
Don't you think?
That's me right now
There's so much within me to get out
I feel like
I'm about to burst!
Talking doesn't help me
I guess
It helps some people, but not me
My best friend, confidant, is my pen
And my life is paper
I talk to them every day and
Guess what?
They always listen
And are always there when I need them.

(E.B)