Bleeding pen.

There are times I wish I could write
But are a times I wish I were right
Therefore,
Day and night
Come darkness, or light
My thoughts and facts never seize to fight
So there on my bed,
Thoughts racing, bleeding
For the facts breathing
My mind numb.

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