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.