Stigmata

All the pain that I suffer day to day all the tears that I hold deep inside all the pain forcing me to bleed dry all the fears carved so deep bleeding slow built up anger forcing my hand violent rages strike like lightning bleeding from all the times that I forgot how little my hope counts or when I spent my two cents on you and all the waste in the world living through this misery I shed my soul to wade in it this cesspool of inhumanity where love is dead and hope never lived they will never see me bleeding