Blood; A Poem

I have a scream in my throat that I can’t get out.

It’s wild. Animalistic. Raw.

It’s in pain.

Why won’t the scream come out?

Because every time I open my mouth,

I choke back blood.

But when I look, there’s no blood.

Feels like there should be.

I feel like I have permanent stains on my body.

If you could see my pain you would wonder how I still lived.

If you could see every scar.

Every bruise.

Every wound.

The blood.

It’s everywhere.

Except you can’t see it.

No one can.

Only me.