notes.

Whenever I was upset I wrote my thoughts as a note I let the words come out my hands So they wouldn't come out my throat I wrote out all my secrets I left my soul bare I spilled everything I knew Everything I did not care to share I wrote things I overheard Secrets I was forced to keep Thoughts that ran around my head Like prancing little sheep My soul was written in the notes As my blood turned into ink I wrote until my hands were black And I could not bare to think So if you meet a me one day The girl with blood like night As me about my secrets The ones I was forced to write -Nadia