I only bleed red

I hold it
all in
and confined
within the walls
of my
broken soul

I can feel myself
to get out
and louder
I want out
I beg

I close
my eyes
and everything
to black
and white
no other color
can be seen
except the one
building up
inside of me

the tears
they fall
leaving puddles
on the bed
stained sheets
of pain
I only bleed

5 thoughts on “I only bleed red

  1. Through poetry or some physical means, we bleed when we bottle up the things we have trouble letting go of. Sometimes we bottle who we truly are to become what we are expected to be. I imagine this will speak to a lot of people, CC. Beautifully written

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