My heart bleeds on the paper,
each word holds a piece of my soul,
a silent cry, a hidden plea,
my thoughts tangled, never whole.
They twist and turn, hard to explain,
failing to show what I really feel.
Each line a struggle, a heavy load,
a fight inside that’s hard to reveal.
The world looks on, missing the pain,
not seeing hurt behind my rage,
the fear wrapped in my silence,
humor hiding what I can’t say.
I pour my feelings, simple and true,
into the ink that stains the page,
hoping one day they’ll really see
the heartache hidden in each
