There is strange satisfaction
In watching blood run down the drain.
In metaphorically waving bye-bye
To the overwhelming pain.
The logic behind it is simple,
The ethics, heavily debated.
But when you find yourself there,
You'll begin to think that it was awfully belated.
You'll decide to keep it quiet.
Make sure not a single soul finds out.
Keep your wrists always facing in.
So no one has the chance to shout.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
