Pour Out The pain

If I had another way
I would give up on this
But this is my only escape
These words are all I have

It's 2 am and I'm sitting here
Upon my lonely bed
I have a pen in my hand
And a notebook lies on my lap

And I'm writing down all
Of what's in this troubled mind
I'm letting the words flow
I'm pouring my heart out

Cause these words are all I have
Just another sad poem
My eyes are filled with tears
As the words run on

It's ok though, I'll be fine
As long as I get it all out
Than these words will no longer
Threaten the life they belong to

Yeah another sad poem
As I'm sitting here alone
If I pour out the pain
Than I can rest once again