my heart is bleeding gushing blood
theres always hate theres never love
when the sun goes down & the moon shines bright
the hurting begans it is never right
the stabbing the cutting you could call it surgery
it hurts so bad it feels like he's murdering me
chapstick in me pocket & blood on my hands
the only good thing about it is he likes my favorite bands
I'm begging & pleading for my true love
my heart is bleeding gushing blood
Heather Glanzer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-boyfriends/
