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.


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