The art of drawing

Draw the mess, the confusion in your voice, the panic, ruled by every single one of us.
Draw the sadness, the madness, controlling both- you and me.
It's like someone just turned everything upside down, and there's no way back.
I see you yell, trying to figure out a way to escape, when there isn't one.
I remember when you told me about you and Hailey; we haven't spoken for months.
We are all locked in a dark room, sitting and waiting for hours.
Draw the silence, the noisy silence, making us want to give up on our hopes.
Draw the little girl, sitting in the corner all alone, waiting for a rescuer.
Draw in an old notebook and throw it into a fire
-Soon, no one will remember its existence, our existence.