Pitch Black Room

I cry silently in this pitch black room

I have nothing but loneliness to fill my gloom

So I grab my pen and grab some paper

And continue to write all my feelings and anger

To my lonely self the only friends I've gained

So far are these two remarkable things

My pen and my paper,

Not much if you think

But for 10 years of my life they were the ones I'm with

Whenever they visit me, I'd feel better

Amazing on what they do to me, Just by writing a few words here in my paper

Yet so here I am still,

Shedding every silvery tear

In this pitch black room where me & my friends had continued to live