My Book Of Poetry- The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Bloodstains

She wears long sleeves to hide,

And puts her head down too,

No one really notices her,

But you know I always do,

She holds her fears close,

And the pain of her loss,

She wont listen to anyone,

And I'm not one to boss,

Can no one hear her screaming,

Can no one see her tears?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

From attempts to fight her fears?

Can no one see the pain she

Puts herself through?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

That make me so blue?

She paints a hidden picture,

But the canvas isn't paper,

She doesnt tell anyone,

Of these latest capers,

I love her so much,

This pain is hurting me,

Watching her in pain,

But having to leave her be,

Can no one hear her screaming,

Can no one see her tears?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

From attempts to fight her fears?

Can no one see the pain she,

Puts herself through?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

That make me so blue?

She's running from me,

And I'm so tired of it,

We're best friends but she's,

Trying to hide it,

I love her so much,

I wont let this be,

Why can't she see that,

I want her with me,

Can no one hear her screaming,

Can no one see her tears?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

From attempts to fight her fears?

Can no one see the pain she,

Puts herself through?

Can no one see the bloodstains,

That make me so blue?

Can no one see the bloodstains?

I want to see them,

Can no one clean the bloodstains,

I want to clean them,

Can no one see the bloodstains...