You say that your life is wretched
And the words that flow from your pen say the same
But can you not tell
Your ink is tarnished
No luster, no light
Just like the thoughts that go through your mind
You treat life as an enemy
When really it should be your friend
You push yourself in the dark
To blind yourself
To hate yourself
But why
Is it for that tarnished ink that flows from your eyes
To a paper that tells of a demise
Of a life you wished, but can never see
A life you can never grasp
Or so you believe
It's in front of you
But you don't know
For you are blind by that tarnished ink of yours