Let's take the pen again

I've always been a writer Always poured my pain in the form of an ink It's not easy as you think Every ink drop drips from my heart I've always opened my heart and write the difficulties out Took a pen took a step to light away from the dark Always knew where to run Tear drop on paper No that's a tear drop on top of my pain And that's how I burried it like rain flattening the Earth Do you know the smell of Earth after drizzle? do you know the smell of wet paper? All of it went away for I was no longer the writer I was the pen Loosing some of me each time a word was written Spent decades writing the word I... followed by no words because they were already written in my heart "Am BROKEN"