You are a dried blood
The only reason
I can't move forward.
You are the wound
I keep on hiding from my parents,
Scared to get scolded.
You are the one
I keep looking at
Waiting to heal
Cannot ask when and how
I'd wait forever
Staying still
Even if I try to conceal
I always try to touch, to feel
Even if I'll hurt,
I'll suffer
And no one will try to pamper
Even if I poke into the deepest part
Of my broken heart.