Back then when my heart bled,

My mind all over the place,

My body being because it had to,

Comfort I found in my two friends

Their existence kept me going.

As I cried my lungs out,

By myself in my very own corner.

A thing within me rose

Pen and Paper were by my side.

I took it all out

Poured my emotions to them

Unlike everyone else they understood.

As I look back I see change

Bitter nor sad I am like I was

Though my friends are always there,

That thing in me cease to rise