Hurtful kindness

I write these words as I bleed, Hoping for someone to wipe these reds. Tears crawling down my eyes, Only to slowly realize. No matter how kind I become, Those stabs still go deep unto my bones. I have yet to still have little hope, To finally someone to love me as their own. As for the ending is still the same, No matter what path I choose. I write to express what I feel, Because they never know what I truly felt.