Bleeding Love

by Bella   Feb 24, 2006


Help me mend my bleeding heart,
that withered, died, and fell apart.

You stepped on it and crushed it under your heal,
do you even care how I feel?

Would you care if my arms were bleeding?
And I was screaming,
for you to help me?

You don't even care,
cause you were never there.

Just leave,
so I can bleed.

Forever.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments