Have you ever wanted to scream out everything inside you felt? To take a pen and let your heart bleed into your ink, and upon the paper? It rips you apart inside, wanting, and needing to be said, needing to be let out... I have this feeling inside, I feel the need to scream and let everything out. Where do I begin though? Where does it end? Sadly I don't believe it will ever end. This feeling comes, and goes, each and everyday. Taking it's way inside and conjuring up past memories, or even things of tomorrow we worry about. It plays inside hour after hour eating at the mind, atleast once an hour something will jump about inside, and you want to let it out, but you know if you do more will come. Is it worth the stress? Is it worth crying over? Is it worth feeling anything over? Obviously there are feelings if it's making you feel this way to begin with, maybe not to others, but still it plays apart inside of you. It makes you tick with anxiety, pulsing truth reverbing in the ears, angst and tension grabbing the heart... If we feel these things we need to let them out... If not... they take us over leaving us puppets to be played upon by their controlling strings. There's so much I want to let out, so much I need to say, so much I yearn to tell... The sad part is, who is really listening? So everytime I pick up a pen.. I feel my heart sink... For on the paper... There's no trace of ink.
