12-31-2017, 12:51 PM
Red Ink
Can't come up with the words that I want,
every ounce of creativity has left my head.
Among all the stress and anger,
I begin to write in red.
I don't feel it anymore, I guess I lost my touch.
The feelings are there but I don't know what to say.
Do I keep trying or just give up?
I doubt I'd be able to show it to you anyway.
When I put my pen to the paper,
I get nothing but a blank stare.
There's no more vision in my eyes or mind,
only hate there.
For so long I've been lost in my disbelief.
Even in a friendly face I could only see hate,
but now I understand I was my own fall.
I only wonder if it's too late.
I'm tired of looking around and seeing I'm alone,
but it'll never change with so much anger in my head.
Honestly I don't know what to do,
and until it's resolved I fear I can only write in red.
Can't come up with the words that I want,
every ounce of creativity has left my head.
Among all the stress and anger,
I begin to write in red.
I don't feel it anymore, I guess I lost my touch.
The feelings are there but I don't know what to say.
Do I keep trying or just give up?
I doubt I'd be able to show it to you anyway.
When I put my pen to the paper,
I get nothing but a blank stare.
There's no more vision in my eyes or mind,
only hate there.
For so long I've been lost in my disbelief.
Even in a friendly face I could only see hate,
but now I understand I was my own fall.
I only wonder if it's too late.
I'm tired of looking around and seeing I'm alone,
but it'll never change with so much anger in my head.
Honestly I don't know what to do,
and until it's resolved I fear I can only write in red.