I must write tonight...

I know it's late but I have a pen and paper,
Something to say about my feelings and a razor
If I don't put my words down I will regret it later
For I might not be here, I might be somewhere far greater 

So I hold this pen, with my everything 
I wait for praise, with what I don't erase
I celebrate every breath, that's why I write
I lose myself in ink, with reminders on my wrist

With every page I turn another broken lesson I learned 
The night is growing into the guilty skies of my life 
If I read between my scribbled lines I've nowhere to hide
I'm a slave to your words of wonder but I scrape to feel the burn

If I wake up tomorrow I won't be in a pool of red with stained floors 
My pages will be full and I will breathe again once more
So hello my night, my friend and my time to write 
I wait for you with my pen and paper in sight
This is not fiction
This is my sickness 
I just want to write
To live my life
I must write tonight
I must write tonight...