Bleeding
Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.
(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)
I’m ... bleeding ...
just when he entered me
Bleeding ...
never will be free
Bleeding ...
cant let anyone see
Bleeding ...
what he made of me
Bleeding ...
and no one can ever know
Bleeding ...
so its go on with the show
Still bleeding ....
Bleeding ...
(imagine a soft guitar instrumental here)
Bleeding ...
stuff all the pain inside
Bleeding ...
from the world I hide
Bleeding ...
so filled with shame
Bleeding ...
because I took the blame
Bleeding ...
cant show anyone my tears
Bleeding ...
to scared to face my fears
So I keep bleeding ....
Still bleeding ...
(instrumental)
Bleeding ...
will I ever heal
Bleeding ...
show a face that’s real
Bleeding ...
will there be any love for me
Bleeding ...
if the truth they see
Bleeding ...
try to hold on
Bleeding ...
and hope for a different song
And the day I stop ...
Bleeding ...
(Instrumental and fade)