I took a pen and a piece of a page,
Trying to describe and write down
my pain,
But this pen wasn't fast enough,
It kept getting stuck,
Oh God this Pain sucks,
Every lil'piece of blood inside my
heart.
I took a piece of a page,
Trying to express my pain,
But what i felt needed more than
just a page it needed something
greater,
It needed the ear of my creater,
So i told my pain to God through a
prayer.
I took a piece of page,
Now its just here staring in my
face,
Its a small piece,
What difference would it make,
It wont help me heal or take away
this pain,
I dnt even think it can accomodate
all my grieviences.
This piece of page,
So white and drawn blue lines,
Is it okay to take a red pen and
write?
Well red as a symbol of blood
dripping from heart,
Red as a symbol of pain,
The experience of danger i came
across in my life.
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