I Am The Paper, I Am The Ink

I've lost all emotion

Just a breathing shell

But the words will tell

Of someone as deep as the ocean

 

If there's one thing that saved my life

You'll find it scribbled on these pages

The reasons why I write

You may even find a secret or two

Inside the transparent stains of the tears I've cried

 

Blank pages medicate me

When I'm withered and torn

If you're looking for your missing piece

Sit down and read about this girl

 

I am the paper and I am the ink

In order to find myself

I have to really think

Then I bleed out something beautiful

 

If you ever put my body in a box

You won't recognize my name

So check my pocket

There you'll find my soul and my shame.

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