When my ink runs dry, I'm sad and depressed,
For my heart knows no way to get what I'm feeling off my chest.
I'm lost in a sea of words unsaid, emotions suppressed,
Yearning for release, for a chance to finally rest.

Clouds of shadows in my mind, turmoil reigns supreme,
Whispers of unspoken truths haunt my every dream.
As I search in vain for a glimmer of light,
To pierce the darkness that clouds my...