Pen and Paper

i wanna write
i wanna put my pen to my paper
and tell them how i feel
maybe they can help me figure out how i feel

i have a lil pink book

with black and white argile on the front

she listens to me pretty often...

but no one can seem to help me figure things out

my heart is heavy

my head is confused

so many emotions and so many thoughts

i was always taught that confusion is of the devil

well he lives in my mind

and sometimes my heart and it hurts

sometimes it gets so bad i have to sit and breathe

or smoke a blakk when neccesary

sometimes i loose my pen in the mix

i can never keep up with them

they are so unreliable and unpredictable too

u only really find 1 or two good pens inn a box

but in the middle of the night when my mind wonders

and the devil starts playin tricks

it always goes back to paper..

sometimes i dont need a pen because the words are written for me

directly TO me

not in a pink book with black and white argile

but a plain book with 2 words on the front

that everytime i read those words

and open that book

someone hears me

they hear my heart

they hear my mind

they ease the pain

they evict the devil

they show me the direction i need to go in

i dont always need a pen

but i will always have HIS word written on my paper