Ink

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.