I hid my hand behind my back.

I am of shame.

I am inflated with such care.

My world is of madness.

I slash through my torn pieces of shelter.

I step on my wailing soul.

I cry for my own dignity.

I looked at my back to see my hand.

I looked at my hand...

to see that it was bleeding.

It was bleeding for answers behind my fear, care and shame.

Unknowingly, I stood up, leaving my hand behind.

I left it because it was useless.

It'll just bleed.

Because I do not know what the answer is...

and I'll never know, anyway.