Blood

Written about what I will refer to as "heart fatigue"

Why do I have to bleed?

Is my heart not pale enough?

Is this agony a need?

Is life not already tough?

Feels like others lose

a paper cut's worth,

but when I bleed,

It's like I give birth

I want off this ride

and these thorns out of my side

Yet it's like I can't decide

when I've enough scars on my hide

I get to fly so high

and then I'm forced to fall

Now and then I wonder

if I should just burn it all

I lose so much blood

and I put in so much work

Instead of reaping fruit,

I get dead seeds and dirt

"It's not a game," they say

"It's not about keeping score"

If it's not something we play,

then why do I feel like a loser on the floor?

Author's Note

opinions welcome