THERE, UNSEEN, UNKNOWN

My cuts are underneath the surface.
My wounds are unseen.
But they are very much there.
I hemorrhage internally.
My harms are unspoken.
I keep my hurt and my pain hidden deep within.
What nobody knows I know all too well.
And it's killing me.
Still I continue to store it all hidden
  in my darkness.
You will never be allowed to view inside me.
You would not understand.
You would take it the wrong way.
I will not trust you with anything about me.
Still it is all alive in me.
Eating away at me from within.
You don't know but it is there.
And it's killing me, it is killing me.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(03/01/2013)