Title: How to show all of me?
Author: Heather P.

I lay down at night and scribble,

scribble,
scribble,

Myself into a little book
for others to see.

The darkness under my eyes never stops me,
(but I am tired)
or the red tinge in my gaze.
(I must be a sight)

My fingers hurt and my heart is open,

bleeding,
bleeding,

But I cannot stop writing.

I must show all of me.