Beneath the Surface

Feelings that run deep within.
They escape from under my skin.
Flooding out the laceration instead.
The blood runs red.
It drips off of my knee.
I feel like it's marking me.
Copious amounts rapidly gush.
My body senses the rush.
The wound won't mend.
My pain will not end.
Agony in my screams.
Nothing is what it seems.
Medicine isn't giving me repose.
Don't bother giving me another dose.