All I need is paper and a pen,

and the words I write can be my only friend.

With a dot a small dot of ink,

I can create almost anything.

When no one else listens,

I can turn to the lines.

When I have nothing left,

I know these are all mine.

This paper can hold

all of my wants, rants, and whines.

This pen will bring to life the thoughts in my head,

and make me forget of the storms overhead. 

The paper lets me consume myself in it,

and does not judge me for what I admit.

Sure I'll want a little more than these,

but a paper and pen is all I need.