Feelings Hidden in Between the Lines of Paper.

Hello everyone. Here is something that I wrote as well last night.
I hope the you enjoy it. Seeing as I wrote it in a strange sort of mood forgive me if its sad. :P
Here it is:

Feelings Hidden in Between the Lines of Paper

Dearest paper and pen.
You are my closest friend.
You keep my secrets and my heart can pour out to you, freely.
You hide my feelings in the folds of your notebook.
Away from the world.
You let them think that I am fine.
You and only you know my real pain.
You can not operate without me. You need me.
And this is why I come to you often.
When they hurt me, you are the first to know.
You do not judge me or turn away when I share my true feelings.
You are the only one that knows all of my secrets.
I love that about you.
You do not gossip or share it with my family.
You can not run and tell your husband.
But you still can not hold me when I cry.
You can not dry my tears, only catch them.
You can not sing me to sleep.
You can not think of me lovingly.
You have no feelings for me.
But, dearest paper and pen, there is one thing that you are best at.
Better than any person that I know.
And that something is, being there for me.
You are always there for me.
Even at two in the morning when I cry under the blanket of night.

-The more.

P.S. Thanks for reading.
Kirstie.