Ode to Pen and Pad

I spill my heart on paper because somehow paper understands When I tell my story to paper it accepts it and lets it stand This sheet won’t tell me that what I went through was rough It somehow knows that it was tough and me telling it my story is enough I'm not able to express myself in person, whatever the reason I feel I can’t trust most people, but with my pen and pad I really don’t need them Whenever a thought pops up or I feel the need to scream until I turn blue Please don’t take offense if it’s not you that I turn to Simply put, the most trustworthy shoulder I tend to lean on Has lead, an eraser, and a lined surface I let my heart bleed on ...