Paper and Pens By Lynn

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Poem by: The No One to be Inspired

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Genre: Poetry

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

Summary

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

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Submitted: March 23, 2013

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Submitted: March 23, 2013

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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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