Emotion

I lay out on my bed in sadness
Wishing to be set free from madness
My eyes pour forth rivers of sorrow
Unsure if I want to see tomorrow

I sit down at a broken desk
Filled with lies and past regrets
I take up my pen and begin to write
I scratch the paper far into the night

I cope with my sadness with a powerful pen
Writing my grievance, my lies and my sins
And when my fingers bleed, the sadness subsides
And the pen is rested until sorrow gives rise