Gut feeling. 
I'm sinking. 
Maybe I might 
turn to midweek drinking. 

Deleted the past year 
and buried my old fears. 
Somehow, nothing has changed. 

If you only get scars when the hurting has passed; 
if you still can feel it, then are you not healed, then? 
I think I'm an open wound.
I bleed in the shape of you. 

No photos left to show. 
No record of what went wrong. 
No promise, no proof. 
But I haven't felt alive since you. 

And something's different. 
There's part of me missing. 
A ghost of myself. 
Now I haunt me as well.  

If you only get scars when the hurting has passed;  
if you still can feel it, then are you not healed, then?  
I think I'm an open wound.  
Is that all I am to you? 

I'm bleeding. 
Do you see it? 
I'm screaming. 
You don't hear it. 
I'm bruised and 
I'm beaten. 
I can't taste 
the healing. 
I'm falling 
downwards. 
I can't find 
the words. 
Can't see 
the ceiling. 
Can't stop 
the bleeding. 

And if I'm an open wound, 
what does that mean to you?
If the hurt came from you?
If I'm just an open wound?  

Gut feeling.
I'm sinking. 

'Gut Feeling' - 01/02/23.