Look at your bleeding heart

Tell me, is it stabbed by your own hopes?

Or by the very hands that once promised to feed and protect you?

Can you feel it bleed?

Or have you covered it with the band-aid of fake love?

Are you meant to heal…

or only to scratch the same wound again and again?

Tell me, are you a healer?

Or the one who sets the wound on fire?

Can you feel the bleeding inside,

the trembling pain in the chest?

Red eyes… sad faces…

breaths that hurt more than the truth itself.

Can you see it?

Can you hear it?

Can you heal it?