What's left to lean on when everything falls down?
A smile and a laugh hide a slow beating heart.
We each stand alone when it all falls apart.
I can only blame myself for all this.
It should have never happened.
But it's hard to fight back once the lifeblood is slackened.
Twenty eight little walls can't be all there is.
But they're enough to keep me from what I knew and miss.
Something as to happen soon.
None of this can be real,
When I don't know what to think and can't say how I feel.
There's not enough paper in the world to spill your heart to,
When a notebook is your only friend.
I've found at last, life has no meaning.
Nor a beginning and an end.
It's just a void to be filled with more nothing,
An internal wound we try to cleanse.
I'm not sure if I could talk if I wanted to.
A pencil is now my voice.
A notebook is now my family.
But if given the choice,
Would I give them up to enter the real world?
I guess I'll find out soon enough.
This is the last page.