My Paper Cut

Tue, 08/06/2013 - 13:10 -- Sydkay2

When I am hurt

Words flow from my mind

Like blood flows from a cut

My mind is raw like my skin

My mind hurts like a wound

Pain radiates to my heart

My hand move quick

Ink stains paper

A pool of words collect

Like a pool of blood

And finally the cut dries up

Just like my mind

No more words or blood will fall

Exhausted, I gaze at my masterpiece 

And I wonder

How can so much pain

Create something so tangible

So real


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