I tried to write down my feelings
But only one word came out:
“Empty”.
And still, the ink bled through the pages
Destroying my newly bought notebook,
Leaving my pen empty.
I tried to write down my feelings
But the ink told a better story
Than my wrists could have had.
Submitted: May 04, 2016
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