Bleeding Ink is a raw, emotional reflection of my personal journey through silence, pain, and healing. This poem was born from real-life experiences—moments when I couldn’t speak, but I could write. Every line is a piece of my soul, a quiet scream, and a form of survival.

This isn’t just about poetry. It’s about what happens when writing becomes the only place left to breathe. It’s about late nights, heavy hearts, and the kind of pain that forces you to create just to stay alive.

If you’ve ever felt like your emotions were too big to carry, or your silence too loud to bear, this piece is for you. You are not alone. And even if your ink bleeds too—your voice matters.