My Eye, the Grave of Words

To keep my words from falling apart, I need the blood that leaves my heart. I chose to stay and face the pain, so it won’t feel so strange again. I wrote the will to still remain, to give my empty words a name. I gave my body, left it bare— was that enough to make them care? I closed my throat, I cut my skin, but still, the blood came from within--- my eyes, where nothing moves inside, where even soul forgot to hide.