Searching

I would love to know the inner scars of my soul

Where I’ve bled out, where I’m empty

Where nothing flows and nothing seeps

I wish I knew how to tell you

How to let you know that there’s a lifetime unheard and untold

That of which I don’t even know can sing words

And when I try my hardest am I even trying at all

Do I have no blood to begin with or have I bled it all