I bleed for things I never did

A punch on face would hurt less than a dagger in chest. The one's to set me free, are the one's to make me bleed. The daggers in my chest, the echoes in my head, The screams of my heart. And the tears burried inside my pillows.. Nothing was visible afterall. I take the blame to depend, When the world was against, wasn't I the only one to defend? The words they spoke did matter, which made my heart shatter. Yes I am selfish. Cuz all I asked was care, and ended up having a nightmare. ~Vijaya