Jun 18, 2006 19:11
I spit out my anger on to paper
even though my words dont give it justice
the madness in my head cant be laid out in neat sentences
with perfect spelling
atleast the frustration that was growing behind my eyes has found a new place to nest
between the lines on this piece of paper
If i let it out through a pen then maybe i wont snap
this ink can be my outlet
before i start to crack
my fist is beginning to relax now that im just about through
because ive finally made my point
ive let out the truth
that honestly
I FUCKING hate you