I'm Fine, How Are You?

Here I lay, raw and gushing,
Rivers hit the busy street,
Passersby will stop to scold me,
For the mess that hits their feet,
How dare I open up here,
Showing not just skin but bone.
How dare I beg for mercy,
As my heartbeats set the tone,
Stitch me up and send me stumbling,
Lest my human tears pour out,
Let the marks scar over,
Covered in shameful, biting doubt.

Take my organs,
Shaking, gasping,
Clenched fists meet empty scream,
Pain at first but quickly over,
Leaving all but bloody stain,
Shriveled vessels,
Gaping holes,
Chasms where life had once been,
Leave the echos of the comfort,
Of a response with no meaning.