My thoughts
transfer
through
my pale
shirt, rubbing
against my skin

I sleep
with my bullies
tight against me

Ink is no longer
bleeding
my inner
anguish

Like
a whirlwind
the thoughts
clothe my being

I twirl
and twirl
til I'm
cocooned

Now I long
for freedom
of speech
As everywhere
I turn
I'm bombarded
by dark
statements

Set my soul free
Let it break out

Let it bleed
through ink

til there's nothing
but contentment

left...