We All Bleed At Some Point.
My heart is bleeding again,
Droplets splash on the ground.
They mingle with teardrops,
Falling with gentle sound.
My heavy heart is losing blood,
The pain was far too great.
So it spills out as flowing blood
Any hope of rescue came too late.
My swollen eyes betray the tale,
Appearance says no tears left to shed,
But if my heart keeps bleeding as it does,
Then tears will join to comfort all l've bled.
My hands begin to tremble,
My body shakes with fear.
As my heavy heart gets lighter,
Losing blood with every tear.
My head's becoming dizzy.
My brain confirms, l'm sad.
Sad to the point of gloominess,
For this time l know it's BAD.
Past experience should bring hope,
But previous damage degenerates
For my state of mind, blood and tears
I can no-one but myself berate.
The damage has been done. --- So sad.
This time my bleeding heart can't win.
Too many tears, too much sanguinary
This may be time for me to simply give in.
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