Ink staining the page,
Spilling, splotching, blotching.
The ink seems fine in every line;
But my tears will fall, ruining it all.
My thoughts are straining my brain.
I could be going insane;
But all I can do is think:
Of all of this ink.
Unorganized lines:
No I am not fine.
I'm losing myself:
Why won't you help?
I can see your thoughts in the lines.