A Reapers Heart Break

Pain bleeds my blood-filled heart
Killing me slowly
Wanting me to die
Cry's of hell escape my lips
No one to listen
No one to care.
Dying a little with each cut to my hand
I cry, and I die
Sucking the life out of my own soul
Drained and empty
walking numb in the park
Crumble to the ground
Not able to move
Just crying and dying
Dying to what once was
Dying to gain it back again
Dying to be dead.

By: Bernice Bowling