Bleeding Rose I cry , Like the rain drops from the sky And I ask myself why? Should I let my tender heart die. I'm broken Every time my heart is opened The shards of the pain ripping me apart For my misery has awoken Lonely me Where is thy walls that be? Shattered; who shall attend thy plea? For helpless is all I feel. To love again I see no gain To be one again Is a work in vane Scared Oh how I am scared My wounds will never heal Hurtful words you said Keeps me awake at night It's the symphony in my head Depression Weighing me down Like bricks for a crown Oh all I have now is reasons to frown But No more I will never fall Not for anybody Not now, never at all For I am the bleeding Rose Ripped off my petals Now you will feel my thorns For Hell knows no fury, like a woman scorned. About Poem: It speaks of a broken woman, a bleeding rose, whose heart (petals) has been broken by the one she loved...not that deep though. About Autho...