Confused heart

Its a long wait before I'm first,
3 to 6 months before i Can burst,
my skin is my prison
always obstructing my vision.

lost in this dark cave,
i cant figure out how it was made,
but its being eroded by pain,
and it drips tears like rain.

if your confused to what I'm talking about,
look into yourself to find out,
the deep feeling that you feel,
this poem is just a heart that needs to be healed.