Bleeding Hearts

​So I cried today.
And I’ll probably cry tomorrow,
And the next day.
 
Why?
 
Because my heart bleeds,
It bleeds because of the pain.
From the hurtful stares,
And the ugly glares.
 
Whom?
 
Everyone, everywhere I go,
The look is stained on all their faces.
So my heart bleeds, and I cry,
And cry, until there’s nothing left in my heart.