My heart is bleeding
Forever broken
All I'm needing
Are the words unspoken
But can you bear
To speak the truth
When in despair
I waste my youth?
Do you care?
Am I alone?
Are you there?
I'm I at home?
The blade is there
So end the start
And finish off
My bleeding heart
Just a sad little poem to brighten your day. In case I forgot to mention, I love writing depressing poetry. If this poem ruined your mood, then I sincerely apologize from the depths of my soul. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk
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