I BLEED WORDS

I can't tell you how I feel.

I can't even describe the words I want to use.

I've held on to my feelings for so long.

My tears won't even flow normally.

People see me as a robot, a bearer of a hollow, empty soul.

I stand over the edge on the sheets of life, with a razor.

My pen. My quill of my inner thoughts.

One slit of my wrist and my pain becomes legible.

I continue to self express to heal.

People see it as self destruction; mutilating.

Until I hang my work up in the gallery in front of the world.

They see the pain and feelings I hide within.

One by one, they feel. Their tears fall with understanding.

I fall apart and rebuild myself.

Stronger and each sheet of my world becomes a revelation.

A testimony for all who dare to feel and dare to be one with themselves.