I stutter in pain
but you cease not,
you cut.
You cut and watch me bleed,
My pain you find divine,
I crumble in front of you
and my joy I can't define.
All for love, open my veins,
watch me bleeding true.
Today I bleed, tomorrow I die,
then who will bleed for you?
YOU ARE READING
I feel (the things I don't say)
PoetryWe fear the unknown. The mind holds knowledge, knowledge is power and with power we conquer our fears.
