I glare at this empty paper, with so many words waiting to pour out.
Emptiness swallows me whole.
My own thoughts, tormented.
Ashamed of her.
The filth who types these letters.
A shattered piece of glass,
Crumbled for life.
No longer will this empty paper be my shelter.
No longer shall I walk its path.
Its solution of escape.
My lost thoughts, are my unspoken words.
I glare upon this empty paper
For my words to be discovered.