I’m like spilled ink,
I never know where I’m going to,
what I want to say,
what I’m going to write
and who or what I’m going to affect forever.
Once I’m opened and spilled,
it’s hard to cover up what I’ve scarred.
I’m like a wild fire,
everywhere I go, I spread my sadness,
I burn and break down things I meet
in my path,
I am easy to set off but hard to soothe.
I am like the ocean,
deep and endless,
I will pull you in,
I will drown you in darkness.
There’s so much more to me,
most haven’t discovered.
I am not lost, just undiscovered.