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Paper and Pens By Lynn

Poetry By: Alaura Lynn Ludwig

Note: This is a confessionalist type of poetry.Be aware that I am completely safe and no harm has been done to me.

Submitted:Mar 23, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

My heart lies
Where nobody knows
And where there is nothing
But hate and despise
I try to sing
But my voice fails
I try to dance
But my legs are too long
I tried once to write
My heart loved it
And I wrote with such delight
I wrote till the end
Of my shallow happiness
Then I realized just
How much sadness I could feel
My body aches
And I deteriorate
Slowly but surely
Death will come
Now I can't stop
My moving hand paper is my flesh
And my knife, the pen
Each stroke of ink
Cutting into my soul
My body is paper
And my soul out of words
I scream and Scream
But to nobody I am heard
Deep in the night
I can do nothing but write
Cutting deeper into my soul
And farther than before
My knife suddenly cuts quicker
And I begin to whimper
My life is a book
And my soul the words
My pen cuts deeper
Than my deepest nerve
I can't stop now
I don't know how
I can't save myself
Writing's my drug
And my pen the needle
Cooling me for a minute
Then leaving me to burn
My heart is beating now
Faster than it should
My brains is keeping
Up to the words it could
My love was to write
Now I can't stop
For every word
Another so hot
So many cuts,
Have formed on my soul
I can't break free this is my whole
My heart is paper
My pen the knife
Stabbing away
Ending my life
I can't stop writing
And my head feels hot
I haven't slept in 24 hours
For I might be caught
I need to cut
Deeper into my soul
I need it to end
For I am not whole
My head is dying
For rest and sleep
I have a pen
That is not meek
I can't stop writing
My pen works so well
But just so you know
I'm crying like hell
I'm in to much pain
But not uttering a single word
Because if I did
It would only hurt
Words are my soul
My pen the knife
Cutting deeper than I should
Letting you now about my life
Help me please
I cannot speak
Look into my eyes
Just take a peek
There is so much more
Than You could ever think
My minds going to burst
It's on the brink
I can't stop now
For it's too late
Say goodbye to my life
Filled with ink.


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