The cuts and bruising
May heal with creams and band-aid
I’m not see-through
I’m not liquid
My heart still bleeding still beating.
But it’s the mind
It needs protecting
Hugged loved held.
Right until heald.
But it’s the mind it’s intangible
You can’t see it you can’t touch it.
I just want you to listen because if you could see it.
It would have tears and scars and bruising.
You’d want to hold me.
I just can’t explain exactly how
The pain feels.