My heart is beating
My soul is bleeding
I’m just pleading
Shouldn’t I be sleeping
Maybe I should be thinking
About all of my misleadings
Couldn’t see the meaning
Couldn’t stop the bleeding
Sometimes it’s just fleeting
Making me retreating
Couldn’t be completing
Shouldn’t be succeeding
Maybe I’m competing
With my own believing
My heart is just speeding
For reasons that just don’t have meaning
Reasons I shouldn’t be feeding
Maybe this bleeding
Is just so defeating
Making me greeting
All these ridiculous feelings
This one is short, but full of pain, suffering. Written during my birthday month, I was feeling lost and in pain. My soul was bleeding. A wound that never heals. It was when the same knife stabbed me in the same place over and over again. I look back and cry for the past me. I have to honor him, I have to.