Bleeding Tears
Pain.
That cruel instructor,
Instrument of growth.
It’s not the kind where
You stop the bleeding
To stop the pain.
No,
The blood has to flow
Because the tears can’t.
They’re trapped behind a disguise.
So we can smile,
Say we’re fine
And no one has to
See the ugly mess
Behind this mask
And no one will
Get engulfed
By the darkness
Brewing within.