My Bleeding Heart Poem by moriah zentz

I feel the pain of the blade you pushed into me,
Its just the handle that i can't see.

This hurt is never ending,
My doom is impending.

The pain reaches too deep for stitches,
The ripped muscle twitches.

The pain starts to fade away,
Looks like i'm going to die today.

I feel cold and weak,
My breath comes out with a squeak.

It's too late for me now go on without me,
I'm dying inside and out can't you see.

My bleeding heart can't take much more of this,
The end to the horrendous pain in my chest will be recieved with bliss