When I feel like no one can hear,
The curser will sit and listen,
Even when my words are that of nonsense and fear.
When I feel like screaming and crying,
The pen will accept my violence,
Even if it’s their life I’m sacrificing.
When my tears burn trails down my cheeks
The pencil will help erase the scars
Even if it shreds and breaks.
When I have no real escape,
My words will take me away,
Until my heart can mend its broken shape.
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