Me V.S. Me

My hand is so tired
And I'm growing weak
No one is hearing these words I can't speak

The page is now full to the top I'm afraid
The ink from the pen in my hand starts to fade.

This battle I'm fighting is too strong to beat
The war isn't fought on a field or a street
The fighting arises when paper meets pen
That's when the real trouble starts to begin

Well now I have spoken a nameless old plea
Although no one cares,
It's just me against me