A/N: it is what it is. Take what you get from it.
Bleeding Heart.
My heart is bleeding—and it doesn't stop.
All night and day—there is no end in sight.
And with each new blow, all it does is (just) bleed some more.
Drop after drop, tear after tear, drip after drip is what I constantly hear.
I'm crying out, but there is nobody here.
It's getting darker, "doesn't anybody care?'
There is no hope left—I feel the end is near
And my heart, hopeless as ever—
Still hurts... but I cant find it in me to care.