Mr.Pen is my only friend,
the one who never leaves...
~this poem took me a while to write because this...
Best friend is just a title...
I am suddenly very worried,
this seems like deja vu...
Plush,
white fur...
My deepest feelings and emotions,
bleed from me right through the pen...
Like the sunshine each day,
my love will never stray...
I can move mountains with love,
do you have a love...
You've locked me in this cell,
a million times before...
Is depression genetic?
or is my pain self induced...
Well it seems that things have yet again changed,
While once it was all about reading peoples poems...
Alone in my mind,
is not a safe place...
Alone in the emerald forest,
as the sun hides it's face behind a cloud...