The Inside Bleeding

By bobo kalenga

Look! It starts again!

My heart is bleeding,

                              But I can’t see my own blood;

I feel it pouring my stomach.

Here it goes! It hurts! I’m hurt!

And no one seems to care about me!

No one! Just no one!

Every time I think about it,

My own mind can’t make a difference

Between my blood and my tear,

But only between me and my appearance;

When every idea I conceive brings fear.

Look! It’s linking!

My heart can’t bear it!

I feel it coming, here it goes again!

It hurts! All these emotions hurt!

But I don’t wanna tell anyone!

I can’t tell anyone how I feel.

I know it’s bitter!

‘Cause I have tasted it so many times.

And nothing is better.

Do I really have to do that?

Keep it for myself?

What if my heart starts sweating?

Oh no! It hurts!

My eyes can’t stop pouring

Some innocent drops of tears,

It hurts! I swear it does!

I feel it coming, sliding on my cheek,

The drop that awakes my bleeding,

The drop of forget ness!

First, it was cold and flavorless

But now, I can’t sense it, but it’s salty.

I know I’m gonna explode soon,

That my box of anger will loose its strength and break,

Then dive into a world of hopelessness

I know that!

They all think that I am powerless,

That they have to do everything for me.

It hurts! And ever time I try to forget my pain;

The whole world reminds me that I am unable to.

My sorrow can’t go away,

My whole universe is now in people’s hands.

I’m bleeding and there is no doctor to stop the bleeding,

But I hope a rose will rise inside of me

And give me what I have missed for years.

Words of encouragement.