Open and Bleeding
I tear myself open,
I sew myself shut.
I rub salts into my wounds again.
You ripped my heart open,
adding insult to injury,
pouring words like acid upon my tortured flesh.
I never asked to be alive,
or have this thorn in my side.
I never wanted to be destroyed
by the beauty of love.
I tried to hold onto everything,
to persevere even though
my cuts were bleeding,
my soul was bleeding.
I thread my heartstrings
through my needle.
I sew my mouth shut,
I sew my heart shut.
I am weak,
I am fragile.
I will never heal,
always bleeding.
The walking wounded.
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