Be warned, the following may be extremely saddening. Seriously, be warned, it's very sad. Telling you now.
The Kind Souls
I feel bad, for the people, with bleeding hearts
that suffer so much,
because others do.
And the ones who suffer inside, and help those who are just the same,
but never seem to be able to help themselves.
I feel bad for the bleeding hearts on the sidewalk, in the sky, below the ground, and shrouded in darkness, or in pain.
I hope the bleeding hearts get helped,
because once the heart has gotten to the mind, hurt it, and tricked it,
the bleeding heart is bound to be a bleeding person,
who was tricked into believing they were a disease,
rather than that they had a disease.
Good luck to the bleeding hearts,
whoever and wherever you may be,
whether on the ground or walking around,
or maybe sleeping or comforting a friend,
so often you are the kind ones that suffer.
