Hemorrhage

I am bleeding out, and it hurts so bad
To think of things that I once had.
But I know now that what I see
Is a memory of me being me.

I work toward solutions fast
To see if I can feel.
But only to have a haunting past,
And things that aren’t quite real.

I move forward through all this time
And hear my words that run and rhyme.
As I reflect and look in the mirror,
To only see my past is clearer.

It hurts so much knowing I could have changed,
Or had my good life to live.
I now know that a hemorrhage only bleeds,
If you have something left to give.