A Blank Piece of Paper
A blank piece of paper can contain something so numb
So numb that I must succumb
It can contain something never contained
It can explain something never explained before
And may open a whole new door
It can be the reason I’m breathing
It can be the reason I’m bleeding
It can show how sad, mad or even glad we are
It can show just how much we have had
It can show that just a simple piece of paper can end very bad
As I sit here with a notepad and a pen, I realize just how much you meant
I will allow myself, just this one time, too vent
Suddenly I can see you, I’m bent
The paper is no longer blank, now, it’s filled with my biggest “mistake”
Next to the paper, no longer blank I see a gun and think it’s time to make the big “mistake”
I pick up the gun and take it to my head
All of the sudden, I am dead
Oh, what a blank piece of paper can contain