Bleeding, A permanent wound upon my heart, The gash spread wide. With each beat of my heart I lose a part of myself. My blood, my life Drains before me. It’s said that what’s gone Cannot be re-gained And there are pieces Pieces of my heart Missing. The empty spaces ache, And ache further as thoughts come to me Thoughts of the past Stabbing at my heart Creating further pain. My heart is beaten, Scarred, swollen, Bruised, And wounded. It cries out for someone, But its pleas go unanswered. No one comes to stop the bleeding Or to heal the wounds And fix the broken heart. It is simply left Alone Bleeding.