February 7, 2010
By Anonymous

I hear your cries in the room beside me
I feel the sorrow pouring from your heart
I enter, and try to comfort you
and we bleed for others.

Your eyes are puffy red
Your eyelashes stick like sweets to sorrow
You would bleed and die for those you love
even though they don't care.

Why do you tarry here
Mourning in solitude, praying to God for answers
You worry for those who stopped believing
They have moved on to the rest of their life

Just as I have, with all we've been through
I am done bleeding, mother
Just as you should be too

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