Bleeding Words Poem by Tamika Robinson

Something from the heart
It was so from the start
My fingers feel the letters flow through them
They are like blood

Fresh from the wound
I feel them ooze easily
Onto the notebook in which I write
Soaking the paper
In words of hurt

Words of angst
The girl who writes them
Feels no pain
For she is numb

So numb, in fact
That she corrects not what she puts down in her poems
Because she needs to get this off of her chest
It takes her energy
And now she has nothing

She can't feel
She can't cry
She's hollow
There's nothing inside

They say that misery loves company
But is she miserable?
She's numb
Therefore she feels no misery
She requires no company
She wallows alone
Alone
And numb.