Bleeding Hearts

There is something inside me
It carries a sharp knife
I feel it carving your initials
on my wounded heart.

The bleeding will never stop
All my failings are punished
Cut after cut I bleed.
wounds that no one can see.

Sometimes
in the dark of night
I find exhausted sleep
for a few moments
the pain goes away.
Then you visit in my dream.
And even in rest
the cuts continue.

I pray to let the healing start
But it must start now
before my heart
is wounded beyond repair.
Or.
Am I cursed to bleed forever?