the pen writes

I don’t know what to do anymore
I’m lost at where I am supposed to be
Every time I think I’ve got something good
It turns out to be just an illusion
I don’t understand
I don’t see what I am doing so wrong
How can I feel so good then hurt so bad?
I just want to scream
This is all so frustrating
I wish I could make sense of it all
But I doubt that could ever be done
It’s all fucking bullshit
Not supposed to make sense at all
Just there to make me more confused
To make me cry more tears
I don’t know if what I am writing
even makes sense
I’m hardly looking down at the page
Just letting the pen write
what the tears are trying to say