My best friends

So much on my mind but no words on my tongue

Hard to scribble onto this page because my hands have gone numb

Like my body and brain, what more can I say?

Like everyone else, conformist in my own way

A beautiful face is not worth my time

Lest he deciphers the code behinds these rhymes

Graphite seems to breathe feeling, whispers you cant hear

White paper drinks up the salty, wet tears

The life that I made lies just under this page

And with the insight one could read on for days

Pencil meets parchment and they kiss their greetings

Only these characters can set me free

Just blank space between the lines, nothing to read

Yet that unwritten message is all that I need

Who knew lifeless objects could be so understanding?

That pencil and paper are the only friends worth having