Speak

Sometimes only writing helps me escape reality
A place that I fairly dread
It's my salvation from the thoughts that consume my head
The only friend that has been true to me

My words on paper
Are my thoughts gone to wonder
Places they don't know
And thing they want to be

Paper helps me release my anger
A pen relieves me from my pain
Writing makes everything better
And dying makes me sleep in peace

I'm becoming unknown in this confused world
And my screams aren't loud enough
Nobody can hear me
Though I speak every language

I'm heard by paper and not by sound
But sound I do prefer
What paper tell everyone
Will remain unheard