Wounds

The wounds are still there,
Open and still bleeding well.
Its only been eleven days.
No one can see my pain,
My wounds can not be seen,
I can see them still.
Watching the blood flow from them
No one sees it but me.
I tend to my wounds,
My heart though refuses.
The healing of my heart will happen
When you return.
For it feels that you're
The only one that can heal
What's been done...