The blood drips down <br />Staining my sleeve <br />But I don’t care, it doesn’t matter <br />Nothing does, not the pain that won’t leave <br />Nor the sick emptiness <br />That is controlling my every move <br />The blood seems an unreadable message <br />Showing the world I have something to prove <br />But I don’t know what I want to say <br />Or how to make them care <br />They turn their backs and look away <br />Pretending nothings there <br />They deny that we’ve got problems <br />They say it’s just a phase <br />Something we’ll get over soon <br />I can hear them thru the daze <br />Now my mind is getting blurry <br />I can’t tell right from wrong <br />J don’t know what my blood is saying <br />I’ve forgotten, I’ve waited far too long <br />Now I can’t turn back <br />I’ve gone in way too deep <br />I’m sinking faster than I should <br />I guess what we sow is what we reap<br /><br />Hannah Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-messages/
