Internal Bleeding
Bent over, holding my guts again
Begging God to remove this pain
This old heart, how much can it take
Is there an end where it no longer breaks
Sleepless nights, within this empty room
With the reckless thoughts , my head consumes.
The calice thickens, I bury the hurt down deep.
Where the well has dried, yet i still weep
Tear my heart out god, Im tired of what i feel
Love to me just doesnt seem real
I hide alone in agony, no one sees me cry
Living out this misery , til the day I die
It was a lesson learned poorly, yet still I learned
Its just too damm bad, I still carry the burns
The internal bleeding, leaves no signs, no scars to see.
But a throbbing ache within, no one will ever see.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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