i write when i'm excited
i write when i'm sad
i write when i'm burning
with feelings so overwhelming

i write when my head is busy
buzzing figures of speeches
and words that asks collateral
disruptions
and voices that pays no toll
for causing distractions

i write when i feel empty
i write when i'm filled with empathy

i write when everyone speaks too much
my heart aches for reasons,
papers and pens could only reach
to comfort and preach
that i am strong as such
and when i'm down,
i can help myself fetch

i write when i think of nothing
the ruins of my thoughts
lingers like unpaid debts
of feelings, rejected and ignored
that wakes me up at 3am
i couldn't do anything
but lie and think
and to papers and pen
i write them down
page by page, endlessly
until i ran out of blood
my pen is dry without its ink

i write with my life
as the blood of my pen