A Paper Stained Red

By , Indio, CA
As I write
My pen scars the paper
With my words cutting deeper
My soul is poured out
My tears stain the paper
The ink runs like a river
Flowing from my heart
My thoughts are like waves
Crashing against the shore
As I try to keep a float
Depression grabs me
And pulls me deeper
To strong to break free
From the grasp on my heart
So I sink.





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