Pen, my dear Friend
It took so long
Are you happy now?
I'm trying to mend
My brain
it's full of nonsense
useless thoughts, they get me nowhere
it's numb, tired of thinking
My hands are cut and aching
The reasons aren't the right ones
The intentions aren't the best
but my words, they can get me somewhere
take me high
put my mind to the test
I'm not who I was before
I'm not even who I am right now
but as I said before
mending is my only chore
right here, right now
wish me luck as I open the drawer
and greet You once more.