Bleed

I bleed every day
Putting myself out there every day
Like a boxing ring
I don't want anything to sting
But I still feel the pain
I can't find the answers in the sand
But I simply can't keep doing this.
I am holding myself back.
Back from could be.
Is this me?
I want to find peace in life unknown.
Prone to the shame and the blame game
So I am definitely not the same
I am so tired of being the person I didn't want.
I want more out of life.
Should I feel ashamed or maybe selfish?
I feel the wounds in my heart open again
Salt, rub it in and let it hurt.
Because maybe it can work.
Find the beginning and try to make the end.
There is a light somewhere, but somewhere is not here.
I need more, to find more, to see more.
To actually feel more.
I feel so lonely and so alone.
Because anyone else doesn't seem to care.
I don't feel like myself.

If there is a wound, I need to patch it.