Bleeding Out

You cut into me

removed my heart

and the beating

of my soul died slowly

than all at once

you handed it

half dead

back to me

And you tried

to stitch up

my chest

And than

And than you

acted like

nothing

happened

like you did

nothing wrong

like you were

the only one broken

like you were

the only one

drowning

in pain

You acted like

you were

the one

bleeding

And the worst part

The worst part was

While I overlooked

my own wounds

tending to yours

trying to double stitch

your ripped broken darkness

into a new broken

puzzle piece heart

Neither one of us saw

that I was bleeding to death

By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

Woke up with a poem in my soul

Reviews

[wordman]

a poem full of pain,and you painted a vivid picture,great job loved the art

[Perkele.7885]

At what point does he get cut up and need your services. Before or after he removed your heart, before or after he handed it back to you half dead, before or after he attempts to stitch you back up and then act like nothing ever happened?

[Jennie Baron]

Sometimes the poems we wake up with are the truest, most honest statements we make. Outstanding!