I do not know the pen
Not even the paper,
It seems crazy,
Hands are shaky.
Mind says no
The heart doesn't stop
What do they think?
Is this worth noting?
Worth?
Do I have worth?
Not even a bit.
Don't even I care?
It's truly how I feel.
Will I write,
Will, I die
Will I stop,
Who cares?
At least of my feeling
Won't be in a prison.
Prison?
The world is a prison.
Even after that,
Why I write you ask,
Don't you know?
Maybe, I don't know
That's maybe why I write.