I ran out of ink; Thats when it all became the reality I was full of life but then i erased all my pages The paper is blank now And now i write the feelings of a broken soul Painful words Harmful thoughts Emotionally abused And the tears I purposely made drop I ****** out the ink to replace it with blood Im torn Im hurt I bleed My bruises are black My scars are forever My cuts are still open I never got mentally better I speak through a book where my cover is a secret Inside im damaged Inside im shattered My vocal cords dont want to work My tongue gets twisted each time i try to say a word Im unable to speak So through silence, Im forced to harm whats already harmed I hurt whats already hurt I pierce whats already pierced I damage whats already damaged I tear away whats already torn I throw whats already thrown Now im down on the ground still unable to speak My mind forces me not to reveal the punctured heart The visible appearance thats allowed is through the body; Through the bones Through the veins And through the skin I write the chapters of my life And the tool that i use is a knife