Dont cry; I bleed (Poem]

I dont cry...I bleed. These are not tears that you see.
These are drops of dead memories that can no longer be.
A child can shed a tear, For reasons that can be mere. A woman can shed a tear,For reasons that can be fear. A man can shed a tear, For reasons that cant be clear. But a soul can bleed a tear. Over seasons and painful years.

I dont cry...I bleed.

These are not tears on my sleeve, These are drops of bled misery from which ill never be free. The pulp of my pain left after the fruit has been squeezed. Bled the juice of my youth and all that I had to sever and leave. But left was the knowledge of seed...Outgrew the tree of life under the weather I grieve. Ate the fruit, bite after bite, growing smarter I feed. My pain has turned to might so no longer my crying shall bleed.

I dont cry...I see; That these are not tears to relieve, But they are a form of much respect to show the feelings you bleed.