No one talks about the good

Only the bad

Not about the happy memories,

Only the sad

And no one talks about how your wounds will heal,

And those wounds are signs that youre real

They say that hurting shows youre weak

But without that hurting, you couldnt find what you seek

What do you seek?

Peace or health?

Perhaps some new talent

That will guide you to wealth

No one seeks out misfortune

Because misfortune is wrong

And everyone wants, a life that is long

Yes, your wounds will bleed

You will suffer for days and then weeks

They will hurt for quite some time

But someday they will heal

And you’ll be free of your crimes

At least they did for me

And that same suffering, is what set me free

This is how bleeding leads to beauty.