Do you ever feelLike you are walking aroundWith open woundsBleeding?But they are the cutsNo one can see,The blood formsAs tears in your eyes,Streaming endlessly,You want to curl up,You want to bury your headIn your hands,But you are just tired…You remain still,Paralyzed, really. You are exposed,Naked while clothed,The light is too bright.Silence, felt loudly,It’s all tooContinue reading “Raw”