What's she begging for you'd wonder, And who is she begging above?
Tears would streak the page, but it'd just add to the scene
A figure unmoving, an illustration I'd love
But no I can't draw her
So I write her alive, but it's not the same
I can write her feelings, but I'd like to draw her pain
If you can't verbally listen maybe I could visually explain
Writing from anger, reading with pain Tearing up paper just to rewrite again, A torturous cycle that goes on all night When every word that you know always starts a fight