The blood answers to my sorrow
The blood answers to my sorrow,
to take away my internal pain.
I shed no more tears,
So I gain more scars than I can count.
Tearing through my flesh,
gives a soothing pain,
to ease heart’s endless hurt.
To answer to my trauma,
to answer to my sickness,
to answer to my insanity.
The endless pressures and expectations,
the constant attacks I face per day,
the abuse I deal with every hour.
The blood comes creeping through,
the red liquid which ends my sorrow.
Dripping steadily,
the only thing that drains my mind.
My nails do the work,
piercing the flesh,
ever so slowly.
Satisfaction from the pain fills my hollow heart,
as the deep marks spell “Alone.”
(2013)
