I'll spread myself across this page.
be present a pound the stage .
maybe then my memory won't fade.
my life no longer a passing phase .
try to sketch every piece of me in to eternity
just to regain my sanity
I AM LOSING IT
trying to find myself among the pages
they are all faded
covered in my ink
maybe I will never make it
I crave this
exposing my inner self on the pages
no one will ever read my tales
I'll go back on the shelves
maybe there I will find myself
writing in the empty spaces