My best friends

So much on my mind but no words on my tongue
 
Hard to scribble onto this page because my hands have gone numb
 
Like my body and brain, what more can I say?
 
Like everyone else, conformist in my own way
 
A beautiful face is not worth my time
 
Lest he deciphers the lost code behinds these rhymes
 
Graphite seems to breathe feeling, whispers you cant hear
 
White paper drinks up the salty, wet tears
 
The life that I made lies just under this page
 
And with the insight one could read on for days
 
Pencil meets parchment and they kiss their greetings
 
Only these characters can set me free
 
Just blank space between the lines, nothing to read
 
Yet that unwritten message is all that I need
 
Who knew lifeless objects could be so understanding?
 
That pencil and paper are the only friends worth having