Feelings

I don't want to write
Cuz then I think
Then I feel
And I cannot afford to.

But the journal draws me
To open up
And let my thoughts
Fill the pages.

But not only words
Cover the pages
Also tears
As I feel.

It may as well be blood
Dripping large drips
Making a mess
Like my life.

My words are my blood
Covering the page
And leaving just
A scar.