This is not a poem
This is just me
Using my pen as a knife
Bleeding on paper
Letting the lines absorb the red ink

However, as you see
This pain on paper
Found its way to a tormenetd notebook
Meaning that sombody somewhere
Found it to be of poetic value
This is just me

It's really no big deal
Finding poetic value in pain
It's like finding the healthy part of drugs
You just have to look hard enough
Or is it just me?

This is not a poem
This is just me
Using your eyes
As therapists