Writing With Sharpies Poem by Jennifer K

The ink bleeds through the page.
My guilt and second guessing bleeds through every pore, leaving me stained red with doubt.
The ink bleeds through the page.
Indifference and a glass casing of superficial empathy bleeds through those who I've bled for.
The ink bleeds through the page.
Anger bleeds through my eyes when I see you're okay.
But apologies bleed from my lips, laced in sincerity, when I see you bleed.
The ink bleeds through the page.
I tear my pen across my paper and watch
the ink bleed through the page.