It left a mark
one of pain and sorrow

No blood drawn
Yet just as painful

It was not an open wound
It was an open heart

Bandaids and bandages are pointless
Pills and syrups too

Thinking creates a surge of pain
Resting destroys the healing you've completed

No blood
No open wound

No bandages nor bandaids
no pills nor syrups

No thinking
No resting

Just a pure open heart