The words that falls so brilliantly on a paper,

 cuts my insides like a blade

 Eager to see light again

 Desperate to be heard

 Wanting to help complete the puzzle

 Craving to turn the narrative around

 The words that runs like blood

 Desire contentment

 Once for all

 But what they dont understand

 Is the irony of it all.

 The bleeding would have to cease

 Once euphoria takes control.