Not Seen, But Heard

Wounds

Have you ever seen me cry?

Real tears on my eyes?

No, you haven't. So you can go.

And let my tears flow.

Have you ever seen my wounds?

The ones that are burned to my soul?

No, you haven't. So you don't get to heal,

Something you don't think is real.

I've spend way too long for my scar to go away.

But now, I shall show it around in my own way.

Some wounds don't heal,

And scars never leave

Some tears never get dry.

But your heart gets heavy from the pressures of your brain;

So you keep quiet and Die.