It stings my stomach

It twinges my body

I can't move myself

Not because of certain boundaries

But because there is a society

Which has a right to interfere, in my personal perspective

So I slowly whispered into my mom's ear

Yes I am bleeding

Is it staining back?

Be quiet

Walk slow

Maintain gap

Or do one thing sit here and don't go anywhere

Because no one should know that

" yes I bleed"

I feel like dead

Every inch of my body is shuttering my back

I can't shout

I have to take all

I have to figure out my mood swings

I am here locked up in dark room

Somebody please knock my door and let me say that

" yes I bleed" and it is not shame

Because it's only me and me who is taking it all