This is my heart, bleeding and broken,
This the pain that I feel,
This is the empty void in my chest,
This is the love that's not real.
This is my hand that shakes as it writes,
This is my undying love,
This is a mirror so you can see,
That this is who I'm thinking of.
This is the blood that runs down my wrist,
This is the tear in my eye,
This is my life in a fate worse that death,
This is me living a lie.
There are so many things in this world that can tear my body apart,
But in the end it comes down to one thing:
This is my bleeding heart.