Ink bleeds into paper,
Weeping its tears of sorrow,
Writing words that can't be understood
By those who see through eyes.
My ink bleeds through paper,
Along with my tears that never stop.
My pen is tired, unable to hold my emotions
And I suddenly feel helpless.
My words create a nuclear reaction,
Unable to burst through, exploding my mind.
I've never felt so helpless as the ink
Stops bleeding and the words stop flowing.