These tears to blood to words
This all I have here,
these words up on my page, with pen in hand I wait here
for the ink to bleed me dry
unleashing thoughts upon the page
where the entire world can pry.
Talking clears the mind out
but writing clears the soul
of emotions I can't deal with,
the ones I can’t control.
With words I fight my darkness
the hatred and the pain,
and words are all I’ll leave behind
when my soul dies
I guess it’s why I write so much
to organize my mind.
To rearrange my deepest fears,
my inner strength to find.
