Sometimes I want only is write and write
Even if my ink goes empty
I would fill it with my blood
But still keep on writing
Fill every nook and corner of the pages
Even if my pages get filled
I would tear apart my skin
But still keep on writing
Sometimes I get that distressed
I want to scream till my vocal cords
Slit through my throat
And shovel on the floor
But we are matured now
Our emotions should be always under the veil of responsibilities.

© Lima