Internal Bleeding

I find it interesting that internal bleeding can be so deadly

Because you don’t even know 

Until it’s often too late

No one pays attention to your symptoms

Because they don’t see the blood rushing through your figures

They don’t see the silent killer

They don’t see how a piece of you dies every day

And they don’t understand the pain 

Like they would if you had a cut

They don’t see that you are slowly running out of blood

They don’t know how it’s their fault you are fading away

They don’t know the wounds they caused 

They just see the outside 

And they think they know you

Because they know what you show

But they don’t notice how your smile fades away

Every day it gets a little more forced

They don’t notice how your laugh has changed

How you’re eyes are often tearstained 

How your bathroom breaks got longer

So you could cry in the stall

They say they know you

But they know the part of you that barely ever bleeds

Recently inside the blood has been a steady stream 

They don’t know how you long to be the person they know

So you don’t have to fake it anymore

They don’t know how their love was like a knife

How it got settled in your heart 

Before it ripped away your insides

You don’t even know it was them

Because they are so kind

And so good to you

You don’t notice the knife

And you don’t notice how they are keeping you away

From the help that you needed

So when you let them go

And let the help in

You realize a simple issue

That could easily be fixed

Now needs surgery 

To repair the damage

All because they told you it was just a stomach ache

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

bumblebea

VT

14 years old

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