Spilled Paint

A blank piece of paper
Is staring at me
It only wants to be written on
A pen with no ink
Is glaring at me
"Write" it commands
But my chair is spinning in circles
And my thoughts are flying out of my head
And the words I want to write
Are staining the floor
Like spilled paint

The trashcan in the corner
Of this dirty room
Is overflowing
With crinkled papers
With half-written poems
And half-expresses feelings
That are dripping down the sides
And the color of pain and hate
Of love and joy
Are staining the floor
Like spilled paint

My tears of frustration
Are falling on my blank piece of paper
And the lines start to run
Off the paper
And onto the desk
Down to the floor
Where the rest of my feelings lie
I add another color
To this twisted rainbow
That is staining my floor
Like spilled paint

The blacks and blues
And reds and yellows
Of my broken heart
Have run out
I have no more feelings to leak
Out through my bleeding fingers
And no more poems to write
With a pen that has no ink
On a piece of paper that will always be blank
All my feelings are staining the floor
Like spilled paint