This heart is dripping blood,
All over the floor,
I ask myself,
when the pain will end,
I know losing you,
Is hard and not forgiven,
But you’ll always,
Be in my heart,
The rain falls,
And hit’s my white shirt,
I look and see its red,
The tears that fall,
Of losing you,
Leave red marks down my face,
The tears of blood,
Soaked my pillow,
As I lay there crying,
The white sheets,
Start going red and black,
I don’t understand,
I hide under the sheets,
Just crying,
Hopping it will all end?
I wake up to see,
The pillow is red and black,
I look into the mirror,
And see no one is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this to is sad but like i said before its really good. i like poems like tis just due to the fact that they say whats really going on in this world! good job!