Internal Bleeding

October 5, 2008
By Anonymous

Maybe I should not have left you there
With so many words unsaid
Cutting tension with a knife
With the world beneath your skin

Falling from graceful skies
Fires blazing in your eyes
Once upon a morning sun
My life was in your hands

I tear my gaze away from you
My feet begin to fly
I long to run until my mind bleeds
Dying-just to know the ache

I feel the flames of blind emotion
Consuming reason, devouring sense
'Til all I see is your expression
And all I hear is my pounding feet

I could have been running for thousands of years
Time has ceased to exist
Bleeding, crying, falling, dying,
Flying through the inky night

Even as the wind destroys me
And the ground my feet does burn
The darkness- starts to seem inviting-
I kill myself-for hurting you

Yet somehow I'm still standing here
And you somehow have not moved
Did you not see me run forever?
I lived and died ten thousand times

The author's comments:
This poem is based on a true experience. A few years ago, I found out that someone I knew was cutting and I blamed myself(it's a long story). This is how I felt when I had to say good-bye. The poem does not represent my current emotions. I am not suicidal.

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