bleed
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I bleed everyday and wonder if it’s worth the pain.They say grow up, you’ll be out of the phase soon,but what if it isn’t just a phase what if its just an everyday thing.
If ever,
One day
Your children
Find the love letters
I’ve wrote you
Tell them
This is the type of love
They should search
Far and wide for
Someone to teach them
Time goes by I'm glad that you're gone
I hated everything about you
Your color,the way you tasted, even the way you looked
the pain you caused me by my peers will always be in my ears
there remarks on my tone
Run away though you might, you can ne'er escape
The clutching and the clawing of the trees that
Rip and tear and spoil earth below
with their gruesome limbs and laughing branches.
She caught me when I fell.
She saved me from my own hell.
She carried me when I couldn't walk;
She gave me light when I saw only dark.
Behind her back I would see wings;
I bleed the riddles
within the lines,
within the stanzas
So much so that I need the words of nourishment
to give me lively breaths
and keep the muscle in my chest movin
I bleed words into emply spaces.
They crawl onto pieces of paper.
They flow in conversation.
They reside on my digital screen.
I bleed words to set me free.
They carry me when no is around.
The knife strikes the heart
while the blood runs deep
some use blood to make there art
and they never make a peep
silence is around
no one makes a sound
life is a mystery and we make history
What inspires me is when you don't read,
you refuse to look into a world that I'm forced to perceive.
What inspires me is when i sit here and bleed,
lay here and shed tears,
cry, cry and plead
