While They'Re Bleeding

While they’re bleeding I may grant offers of support with a hint of a smirk as I remove the daggers and swords that have been placed in my back by friends, family or foe When I was down, I was there doormat, there feet forever wiped on me I may dress their wounds with stitches No iodine, or anesthesia to numb their pain, A shot of whiskey you will not be granted I want your agony to be constnat Let the pain you suffer be a burning reminder... While they’re bleeding I will cease to have any f***s to give I will not grant a handout, for when my hand was dangling with pain they swept it away like trash When I was there, I was used and toyed, with like candle stick matches, wondering how long it will take before I burn out I will be the storms that have granted so many with PTSD The rivers that flooded countless cities, wildfires that have burned through towns, hurricanes that have damaged plenty. I will be the storm that has screamed in my head. While they’re bleeding I will not hear, for when I needed someone to HEAR ME I was meet with closed ears, or sometimers Your voice will be like nails on a chalk board I will not care to listen and if I do, I will only hear for a time. I will not grant them forgiveness for Their soulless sins against me When I wanted forgiveness for a pen drop i was meet with grudges and hate While they're bleeding I will remember the times when.... ...no need to tell them Because thats why they're bleeding