She was happy from the outside
But dying on the inside.
She helped other people,
Like her problems were simple.
She never said a word
She had no one to talk to
Because nobody heard.
She fought her own battle,
Carrying,
A pen and paper.
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Emotions Of a Pen
Poetry"We will forever be friends, my pen and I." The mind and the heart pass it on to the pen and the pen tells their story, poetically, to the paper. The paper shares the story with the eyes of the one that owns the mind and heart then passes it on to t...
