#100

I don’t know how to put this,
My life has been inserted into paper,
And you people read this,
And so I thank you for letting me see the scraper,
You are the light that entered the dark room,
You allowed the smile on my face to write it’s lies,
And into my heart you may zoom,
For my poems are my eyes,
And the words are all cries,
To find an answer to this life,
And with your help I will find a way,
You grabbed my hand and took the knife,
And with your help I will reach my prey.