Fade to white - a poem abt sh

Fade to white

I used to write all over myself

Without much thought over how it would look

When it all faded to white

If I were a book

These times would be a sequel 

Sitting on the shelf

Or maybe it’d be a sequel 

Named after a sad song

Knives and pens 

I’m sitting on pens  and needles I don’t wanna

Get caught with the words that I wrought

On the pages of my life that I gotta

Burn to a crisp

Put it all in past tense 

But I’m terrified

If a repeat

Of back when I used to write all over myself 

Without much thought over what it would mean

When it all faded to white

Im to young to be a writer