Hidden hurt

I have a deep cut on my scalp.

It keeps bleeding like a broken well.

My hair has turned bright red.

Doctors say it will heal itself

"Don't be dramatic"

But I have a headache and I feel dizzy whenever it stops hurting.

"It is like a scratch or a rash if you keep touching it, if you keep addressing it, you will hurt yourself"

But I feel like I am better off dead.

When I walk on the dusty streets I feel like it changes the intensity of my injury.

Now my cut is filled with dust. The dust has gone in too deep, in my brain and there it stays.

Oh, I feel so dizzy.

I keep walking like I have lost all sense of understanding.

I keep searching for somewhere to go, forgetting I have a place called home,

Until I find a door, behind which I am tempted to go.

Like a person in pain would, without a thought I enter the room.

It's an isolated place,

No furniture and no chairs just the echoes of my footsteps that make me fear.

Time passed the lights went out and now it is darker than black.

I can't find my way to the door.

My head still bleeding just like before

And I have been weak since forever and more.

Then suddenly a light appears and I see a face; a sight to stare,

It makes me forget about the pain

And I ask him where I have been.

"Isolated, not breaking free"

I close my eyes thinking he knew me.

He places his hand right on my injury.

It hurts me but I don't say a thing.

He takes a thread and with a needle, he starts to sew my head.

He sews it shut but he never cuts the thread

And I have a feeling he never will.

It will stay in his hand, or his pocket for as long as he stays or leaves whenever he feels like it.

A different type of state I am now in,

None of the two were any pleasing.

I wish he never saw me bleeding.