O may the least omission pain/ My well-instructed soul,/ And drive me to the blood again/ Which makes the wounded whole!

I believe that all people allow the act of victimization to take lead in their lives without realizing or trying to stop it. You hear of another person's problems, automatically feel the need to salve their pain, so you make it your own. After a while, it no longer matters if the problem was yours to begin with. You absorb their pain into your body, your blood stream, your soul. It becomes yours.

. . . for the most part the worst instructed, and the least knowing of any of their rank, I ever went amongst.

Drive on. We'll sweep up the blood later!

Everyone has internal bleeding. Some manage to drink that blood while some drink others.

Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.