Wounded Poem by Courtney Caine

the pain follows from the open wound
it bleeds never stopping you have wounded this weak heart
and i don't even know it.I'm tired of trying to make you happy
you say i don't want to hear it but maybe you should
doesn't my tears say it all or do you not care
you don't do you
you would rather see me dead on the inside
then to see me being me and happy
you don't fool me anymore i see the monster
you have become trying to fool so many
my heart breaks for you cause you will never
see the real me the daughter you will never know and am tired of trying to show you
trying to tell you i just wast my breath
on you so i wont bother with you anymore