misunderstood.

pain 
I can't touch with fingers 
wounds
I can't bandage with gauze
thoughts 
that pick apart my stitches 
and pour salt water on all my cuts
words 
meant to help me
that slice through my heart
knowing they don't see me
for who I am 
knowing they only see
what they always have
it tears the pages
of my soul apart 
so that the ink blood of my tears
drip all over the hard stone floor 
pain I can't touch with my fingers
a wound you can't fix with forced smiles 
and your lack to understand
that it is me
you have misunderstood.