A poem....I guess.

[nostalgia]

Escape

A dying pen and a tortured mind
Seek refuge through a piece of paper
That's ripped, too damaged to ever mend
As the pen drips black blood all over
The paper, not sure who is writing
The faded words filled with such pain
Causing uncontrollable shaking
Within my fingertips and my hand
Through my wrist, through my shoulder and chest
Until all that I am has deceased
And the pen's ink has gone and vanished.

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8 Hey, that's realy good..I;m not just saying that either...that's fucking deep. you're n awesome writer.

[nostalgia]

Bump. I need feedback. :(

[bigweener]

its good.

[GREENatarisDAY]

i think the first two lines are the best lines in the poem and i think after that i dies down. but i liked it