Bleeding Heart

A Poem by Kringe

Not really a poem, just words running through my head.

So many words, but why should I listen? Do you speak to me, will you look me in the eye?

I doubt your words mean anything, why should they? What do I mean to you? Who's to say I mean anything? Your no meaning words are a constant slap to the face, so why must I live like this? No. No more, not for much longer. The blade that pierces my heart, will soon release my soul.