Old Stitching.

I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding from everywhere
all these cuts and bruises and scars
I yank at the stitching
pull out all that is stuffed inside
pull me apart
pull me apart with your words
and your looks and the
whispering you do among friends
look back
look back at me and laugh
you laugh and laugh and laugh
I fall apart again and again
I yank at the stitching
all these cuts and bruises and scars
I'm bleeding from everywhere
I'm bleeding
it won't ever stop.