The Keyboard

Running my finger tips over the keyboard
Trying to write something
To say something
Trying to take the huge undesirable feelings out of my chest
Throwing that weight of my slim weak shoulders...
Wishing every time that I would be better after
That the next time I'll type and share my happiness
But every time my fingers let me down and write nothing but my misery...
Whenever I close the door and sit in front of the screen... that's all what I can feel and say
I don't know when did I turned to be this girl... I have no one to blame but my own self...
I choose the color black to paint my life with...
I choose to build those walls...
I am what I am now because of me...
You just made it easy for me to be what I wanted to be... a lonely person