Bleeding Heart

My heart is bleeding and torn,
beaten and worn,
with many scars,
as I stare at the stars.
With blood coming out of the cuts,
and the boor is being shut,
every day is pain,
as I watch the rain.
The horrible condition of my heart,
is that it was torn apart,
there is so much sorrow,
will I see another tomorrow.
Just look into my eyes,
as I look at the darken skies,
look at my art,
and feel the pain of my bleeding heart.