And the tears were dripping inside,
piercing the walls of my heart and the blood was oozing from the sides,
in the retro filter; It’s next wound’s birth.
My nerves were compressing as I cried without any tears- oh it’s worth!
The bleeding heart was strong enough to bear
every drop of pain out of those wounds
overtaking the whole fear
of beating sounds you can’t hear
travelling through my brain and through the tears…
Back to the wounds!
Can you feel the pain of wound over wounds! Oh Damn!
Remember where you started- remember where you are;
Dripping with knife- growing thrice -show how much passionate you’re..
“I might not be strong
but yes I am,
I can hide the scars
from my bleeding heart.”