The Wound

The wound you have will never stop bleeding

The truth is, in your heart, you still haven't stopped screaming

When it was made, you took it, and that part of you was gone

But you smiled instead, said no worries, and moved on

You thought it was better that way

Forgive and forget, as they say

The thing is, you're weaker now than you've ever been

You don't know that you've been worn quite this thin

The situation is critical, the stakes are high

But you wouldn't know - you've turned a blind eye

You chose to walk around like this, refused to dress this injury

Anytime someone's asked, you've shunned their inquiry

You've went about, let it fester, and stay raw

Instead of acknowledging, you chose to withdraw

You're okay, you think, and believe this ultimate lie

Which is why you gush lifeblood and never even know why