The quill
Has become the blade
Slashing my emotion
With words written
Blood spills
On the canvas
Painting the portrait of misery
Every drop of heartache
Bring out
The painful image
And I swallow my pride
Showing vulnerability
In this piece of sorrow
When I keep slaying
My conscience
With the motion of this ink
Weakness shown
Teary eyes
As I **** myself
In this agonizing poem
Crafted by me

-Jess