Truth Lies in the Ink of the Pen.

Her heart is bleeding.
She's crying out for help.
Her loudest cries don't reach them,
They've all shut her out.
She scratches away at a scabbed wound.
It's now open,
The blood is flowing.
It's catching oxygen,
But she's losing it.
She helplessly fumbles for the closest pen.
Dips it in the red ink.
The tip of her pen lightly dances across the page.
Her feelings bleeding into it.





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