Blotched Ink

Thoughts, feelings and experiences, the way I see the world. Blotched ink, My hands are blotched
My paper has marks of ink all over, Trying to break free from all this from all these emotions and pains, I'm trying to run away from it But it's inside my head, I start writing like a crazy person
Like I've lost my mind I start blotching the papers on my table, My pen breaks but I still write
My eyes water but I don't give up, My head hurts but I'm still writing , Even when I'm dying........