That poem is not funny. You're just laughing about those words. That describe my feelings when I am hurt. But I just couldn't resist. to show you those lines. I just gave you a diamond. and you act like that's a crime. And I just got down in my soul. down on my knees. Give my permission to bleed. That look on your face makes it all clear. that my fear is not worth the tears. You have permission to go and die on the. streets where I find the words to ease my. mind that bleeds. I curse the damned who just laugh in you face. Give me permission to rearrange. Just laugh in your face. Drawing blood from people. People that are in pain.