Then I just Sit

And then I just sit
and then I just stare
at the white pages, neverending
I have to fill them all, I have to stain them all
should I spare the world, from my pain?
but I know someone out there is feeling the same
then I feel the bravery that shouldn't be mine
and start to fight my enemies line by line
just write them down
both unconscious
until the fight starts to make sense
then I feel hunger, drop the pen
wishing that someone could drop the coin
but then I turn my head and say
I am not into this for a coin
I was just dragged down
I had no choice