Torn at the Edges

Locked up in these four walls
Once again, a daily routine
Writing my thoughts, my fears
Onto the lined paper

I write to let out my feeling
To express rare joy as well
To express love or loss
Or the occasional bliss

I write for family members
Living or deceased
Hated or loved
Negative or positive

I write to relieve stress
From school, from life
From my sadness
And my grief

I write my memories
So they can be remembered
Until my paper is wrinkled
And torn at the edges