The pen helps me feel bleeding out emotions
Hard to express myself to others the ink bleeds on the page.
The page hears my feelings that are deep sometimes dark to a human ear.
Making sense of my pain lost of raw emotions that are not hear but come out in words.
My soul is calm from writing pouring out is soothing to the heart
Not always the good guy in others stories but meant well and always misunderstood.
Things don't always make sense or turn out right
The pen helps my imagine go wild being able to share what's bouncing around in the mind
Writing is alone time putting life into perspective