Last Couple of Ink Drops

Because of you i am laying down this Bic blue pen and turning around to face my sin. I have written to you many times before, and the reply i got from you is "i don't ever want to hear from you anymore". That broke my heart when i herd those words, but those words sounded so lovely, like the birds singing in the morning. The pen is running out of Ink as you can tell, but im going to keep on writing like i ran until i fell. Cant you see? I am giving up my gift, my gift as a writer just to make you happy, cause your somebody elses rider. I know i broke your heart before, but i bet it didn't hurt as much as when you threw my heart and soul on the floor. You and everyone trampled all over me, including these writing hands. But when i asked you to listen to me just this once, you ignored me and listened to your friends. So like i said i am dropping the pen and walking away, and if you think im scared, than why don't you take this pen and write your friend. But don't cry, or else instead im going to sing you a song. You might have been thinking that you were free, but check this, you were always walking right beside me. And if you don't think so, check threw your papers again and you'll see my letters sitting there. So now i know, you never did really care. So now im giving everything to you than. Oh wait i forgot something, " just dont for get to take this pen".