My pencil writes cleans even though my words sound mean
Yelling and screaming at the reader to show the emotion that I cannot in person
Gliding across the paper,
Caressing the paper,
That’s how it starts
Innocent,
A way to take the knife from my wrist and put the pencil to the paper,
Making it suffer,
Crying out in agony because of how sharp the lead is in my pencil
I won’t stop
I won’t stop letting out my anger and frustration just because it pains someone else
For once I will be heard even if that means destroying the heart, body and mind of someone,
Something else
I won’t stop until I’m ready to take that step,
To get clean,
To...