P.A.P.E.R.

The blood seeped through the paper
Washed away only by the moist sob
The words too true, shaking began.

{A mind in so many directions.

Can you blame a poor broken heart?

Got off track and never back on again

Lost deeper everyday

The fear, the hurt, the anguish

The darkest day in history

Uncontrollable tears, uncontrollable rage, uncontrollable movement

One start. One hope. One... anything.

Misunderstood.

Lie.}

Write another word.

Then, hide, get away, run.
The paper. White. Soft. Truth.
Abused, broken, written on.
Anything can be said upon it, no matter the saintliness of its form
All shot by the ink into bits.
Forget it now. Please erase.
Make it into a paper airplane.
Let it sail, or fly away.
Don't come back please. Please stay away.

{A straight night through, torn torment.

Alert within. Still naive as a child.

Learn your lesson. 

Learn your lesson. 

Learn your lesson.}

A fresh new sheet of paper. 

Placed over the old to decay.

But it can't. No it cannot. Because the truth's always here.

Here to stay.

The dirt engulfs the printing.

Go away. why can't you just... please.

How to get out of this is unwanted.

But no, it is not, just unfound.

Rip up the dead tree.

Nothing left living.

No matter the times you try to get rid.

The paper, the paper will stay with you.

{Who are You!

Answer that. What gives you the right?

no regrets? Just forget what you love?

What a fib. What a lie.

Lay low. Just leave.

It'll hurt, that I know. 

But you already have.

Can't you see?

This hurts more. This hurts more.}

So shred it to bits,

That paper at hand.

Leave for another broken spirit.

It's hard, yes it's true.

But something you can do.

Post it up.

Walk away.

And never look back.


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