Pens n paper

I who writes

ache for something

I who create

words from thoughts

and

worlds from words

I who will let the paper fly around like me

like a strong wind catching my thought

from a heavy storm thru the sea of

feelings n thoughts

I will stay in this boat of intact sanity

until the spawns of the inner demons

drag my boat down to the deepest parts

of this sea of feelings

to

the depths of hurt

sadness

and

loneliness

I will sink so far down

until I need to catch my breath once more

to survive and feel the warmth

from the skies and sun

seeing the clouds for the last time

but there is no use

the sea has swallowed me whole

where I can only feel the opened sea

filled with nothing

but yet something

shouting or screaming

won't do anything other then causing more agony

I'll just float here

doing nothing until someone comes by

and

save me

from the deepest part of the sea

the deepest part of my mind and heart

My paper thin soul

and

the pen of faith

will continue to write

no matter what