A mess.
Scratched words, hole in the paper
Eraser worn down
Just crumple and throw the paper
Point.
Another fail, another attempt.
Yet she continues writing.
Because she cares
Because what's left unspoken
Builds up like bricks
Walling off any feeling
Besides the pain
The anger
The despair
But as they well
Up against the trouble wall
Crashing there like waves
Threatening to break free
And spill forth like an ocean
This mad release
For mad release
Oh how Pandora's plight
Bears on us like a plague
And oh how Pandora's plight
Brought further our reason to fight
For swimming therein those waves
Lies hope pressing to invade
So in hope she writes
So in hope she writes
So in hope she rights
The wrongs to her weary heart
As her method to fight the madness
All because she cares
