The One Who Bleeds Lke Me

We all have parts of our past which we wnat to forget and never remember about

but the truth is if that were possable we would never learn from our mistakes and we would be going through the same pain all over again

around in a circle she always rotates haunting my every thought

I scream out tring to get a diffrent thought but she still remains indie driving me insain

I will never be rid of her memorie for its not there to cause me grief

but to remind me of what I did have and how it turned so quickly

to remind me to be strong inside if the same event were to happen again

a gift and a curse it is to me so many of those I have

I search for the one who bleeds like me

not from the outside where everyone can see but internally

deep inside where your heart is drained and your death is not natural

being undead from the inside out that is what it is

too scaired to attempt another chance to allow it to happen again

but to anxiouse to not take the chance anyway

as time slips by you begin to understand that what dosn't kill you makes you stronger

over 1000 heartbreaks I have endured and I've been through over 1000 deaths

yet still I remain here in this world of pain and suffering

endlessly searching for the light of the other half of life

searching for the one who bleeds like me.

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to all those who bleed like me