Pen And Paper

When there was no place to cry in heart brakes,

When there was no choice to yell in pains,

When I didn't know how to express,

When my life became worthless,

Empty pages held me high,

I hugged pen with my fingers tight,

And so my journey of poetry begin that time...

Yes! I started to express 

But through poetry in pain,

I smiled again,

It made me so consoled that I

Can't even explain,

And that's how pen and paper 

Became my best friends.