Invisible-Wound

As i cause conflict between pen and paper, my mind takes a journey, going back to the how we used to be. Tears are instantly released from my eyes. Memories stored in my mind arise. Hidden secrets of my undiscovered fear becomes exposed, i scratch my old wounds hoping to see blood. Blood which symbolizes pain, shall my wound be noted when i become pale? Invisible wound neglected for it can't be seen with the naked eye. Invisible wound rejected, because no doctor is qualified enough to heal it. How long shall i remain with a wounded soul? How long will i que up to see a surgeon to take my beyond repair heart out and give me a new heart, A heart capable of trusting again, a heart able to love unconditionally again. A heart that will pump blood and not pain. A heart that will beat and not fear to love. This wound bleeds internally and everytime i try to forget about its agony, i wish i could just see it, because this invisible wound will have me thrown in a deep pit