bloodA Poem by marna
When you see blood,
you think pain. When you see no blood, there is no pain? If you don't see my blood. Does that mean, no pain? I feel pain when there is no blood. A cut, a scratch; no, not on skin. Look beneath to see my pain. See the cuts & scars that will last forever. Since they are hidden & I wear a smile, you think I am fine. Sadly the pain made those scars. If you are insulted; you can leave it or take it. When you take it, it cuts; if not treated it will hurt forever. How do you treat a wound not seen by others? You can tell people, but that won't work; you can deal with it yourself, but the pain increases. If you find a way to treat the pain, tell me. I don't want this pain. People have killed themselves over this pain. What they do is just causes pain. I want no pain. I don't want to cause pain. My life is long, but feels short. My pain grows with each word you insult me with.
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