Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Paper and pen, my pen is purple, this paper sucks. My mind is so heavy and my brain feels dumb. So fuck this paper and fuck this pen. I’m going to count to ten. My mind racing so fast that I can’t seem to process. I can’t hear the thoughts that race by just feeling the emotions left behind its trail so once again, this paper will fail. Fuck the ink in this pen, wasted on every word like a dead end. And fuck this paper filled with meaningless words. My head might explode while I write about nothing in hopes of recovering. My paper and pen set in my hand, they work like the perfect pair.