Crumpled paper until they reached my knees
Giving up the paper town filled with empty needs

Inking pouring into my veins
Save my words for another day.

Can I steal back the joy of my life?
Or am I too weak to put up a fight?

Everything I've loved is slipping away
As my words of ink drown me today.

Were my words never enough?
Or did I think I really held the brush?

Am I good enough? , a hundred letters to myself, and I still can't answer.

Burning holes into my skull, is this really the dream I'm after?