A blank piece of paper can contain something so numb

 So numb that I must succumb 

 It  can contain something never contained

 It can explain something never explained before

 And may open a whole new door 

 It can be the reason I’m breathing 

It can be the reason I’m bleeding

It can show how sad, mad or even glad we are

 It can show just how much we have had 

It can show that just a simple piece of paper can end very bad

As I sit here with a notepad and a pen, I realize just how much you meant 

 I will allow myself, just this one time, too vent

Suddenly I can see you, I’m bent

 The paper is no longer blank, now, it’s filled with my biggest “mistake” 

 Next to the paper, no longer blank I see a gun and think it’s time to make the big “mistake” 

 I pick up the gun and take it to my head 

All of the sudden, I am dead 

Oh, what a blank piece of paper can contain