Pen & Paper

my pen slashes on the paper
through the ink im free
always trapped inside my head
it makes me want to scream

round and round and round it goes
never will it stop
as it circles it gets stronger
one day i will pop

the smallest things are triggers
the slightest word can set me off
the turmoil inside's endless
like the headache when you cough

i lash out at my loved ones
i completely flip my shit
swirling feelings push me deeper
into an endless pit

sometimes i wish my arm was paper
and my pen the sharpest blade
and then my feelings are released
and my memories will fade...