getting lost in the ink

I'm making myself write
The tragedy of emotion
I need the proof
But I don’t know of what
But sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I’ll disappear
Just *poof*
I’ll be gone forever

But maybe
Just maybe
I’ll be able to capture myself in these pages
Like pinning a butterfly to a cork board
Keep myself from simply floating away like a helium balloon

But if I do get lost
If I do let go
I’ll read these pages
These words
Every single one
And maybe, one day I’d be able to find who I was
Who I used to be
The girl stapled to the pages
The girl who lives in the shadows of her thoughts
The girl who bled ink all over white paper