PAPER BLOOD

I am going to bleed on paper today,

Don't worry you won't see any red stains.

I am going to weep today,

Yet you won't see a teardrop falling from my eye. 

I guess this is what happens when your heart bleeds and your soul cries.

No one can see it or feel it,but you.

You feel this emptiness around,

Like a helium balloon left in the sky.

You don't know where to go.

The ground abandoned you, 

And you know you will never find a home in the sky.

So you fly,fly and fly.

Hoping soon someone will catch you and save you,

But to be honest,how often does it happen.

There are times when I think what would I be I hadn't met you,

A lot less me and a lot less scarred,

But I don't regret meeting you,not even for a moment.

I guess my scars are a tapestry,

An art depicting heartbreak.

An art depicting survival.

I often pour ink on paper,

And I wonder do you also see it like an ocean of emotions?

Do you know there's no shore to this ocean? 

It's never ending.

Maybe at some point it did have a shore.

But now it has been swallowed by the ocean,

The ocean that drinks the blood that flows from my heart,

And gets wasted on the tears that make their way from my soul.

But all you see is a glistening blue ocean.

That seems to be filled with life,

And sometimes the ocean with a drop of it's water can make you feel alive.