I'm bleeding
Cut down deep and dying.
Enduring the pain that no one seems to see,
Quiet and alone, wounded by pressure.
Blood drains through me until I have nothing left,
Pouring everything for a goal I hope to achieve.
Every night, tears through my eyes
But every morning, masked by the smile
I know these sufferings will leave a mark
But I look forward to the day that I'll see them as beautiful scars...


© Grace Powetry