Wonderland
THE darkness engluffed me
I wanted to cut...
but a voice inside
said "I could not"
so I reached for the paper
and found a blue pen
that is where my stroy began.
I wrote to fill a void.
I wrote to calm the tears.
On homework, in notebooks,
on napkins, on my skin,
the words kept coming
and coming
and coming
then stopped.
Years pasted by and nothing.
I tried and I tried but still
nothing.
Thats when I realized
writing is so much more,
more than coping, and a hobby
but writing was its own world.
Alice's wonderland.
And I was lost.