Bleeding Heart - 2 Poem by Prince ....

As I sit in this dark lonely room.
I wonder if I would ever find my way again.
I think of how you hit me and how you tore my heart and made it bleed to the last drop.
I lay in my puddle of blood with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart.
I wonder how would you feel if you were the one with the bleeding heart and the pain of sorrow.
Would you Lie on the floor and drip blood till you have no more.
Every dropp of my blood is every tear you left on my face.
Now every time I see your face I think of your heart bleeding in my hands and how good it feels to see you hurt.