Shadows Into Light

Silent Wound

I'm bleeding out

quietly, internally within myself.

There is a wound that is not healed yet,

it has not even scabbed yet.

I wish that no one will pick at it,

just leave it to heal.

I silently pray for this to happen,

as I apply pressure to the damage.

But this prayer was not answered,

my wound bled through my clothes

and puddled on the floor.

My only hope is to just disappear.

I am berated all day,

my grief quietly hid behind a mask,

but my eyes do not lie.

There is pain in them, please stop.

No one notices me, the bleeding girl,

who dances around topics

and hope no one notices.

Hopes no one sees the pain,

the damage,

the heartbreak,

or the despair.

They do not.

They do not wonder,

how their words drive knives into the wound,

or how they are not allowing the process of healing.

They do not care for the red flags,

they trample them down after

my considerable time laying them out.

They do not care to think of the damage they may lay with their words.

They do not see the flinch

and how my heart cries

as another knife twists inside.

They only think of themselves,

and no one else.

I am just a bleeding girl,

leave me to heal.