This Paper

I came out of my nature for you

So that you don't see me as flat

I wanted to flip through pages and go to cities

So you don't see my heart dry up and fade away

Even if it hurts to be cut off

I was shaped by pain in front of you

I became a blank paper for you

Without showing you my bleeding wounds

Still, I didn't stop being a part of you

Even if I were shattered in front of you

I was recycled again

This paper hasn't finished in my heart!