lying to myself that the pain is gone...when it isn't - a poem

bleeding,
lying on the floor-
pass me by, pass me by...
***
what can you do
when the one you
love lies dead and
no one knows that
it still hurts you since
her passing?
***
GOD...
hear this prayer of mine,
heal the wound
that has been
reopened-
it was fixed... a long time ago,
but...
i don't want to be fixed,
i want to be healed.
so...
heal me...
please?