I dreamt.

I dreamt I was nose bleeding.

It seemed so real.

But yet I didn't want it to stop.

Instead, I tilted my head down.

And gushes of blood came waterfalling down.

Somehow, I felt relieved, as if I'm dropping off a burden.

A burden I had within me for so long.

Or maybe I was relieved to know that I can still bleed.

That there's still more to me than what's on the outside.

Cliche, but I bleed just to know I'm alive.

But it doesn't matter, as if you'd care.