I long to be with you

I long to be with you bundled away
Without a point
And nothing to say
I have been rubbed out of my thoughts
The writing was not my own
I've been snubbed and erased
I thought it would of felt good to have been used
But now I'm forlorn
Battered and torn
From the pages I rip
Stippling of white mixed with my tip
Unabatedly traitored by the one that said lets see what we can do
I am going to write with you
Became a solo act of aggression
A disregard for my thoughts of freedom and confiment 
Now I am a prisoner without any walls
Held by command without a chain to my acceptance