Bleeding Alone Poem by Jill Burns

Who cares for the one,
one who bleeds for their fun
the one who is lost to the sun

She's been good her whole life,
but now you cut deep in her soul,
and as you can see,
it's starting to take it's toll

But why should you care?
Even though when you were hurting she was there
Now she's lost and scared,
bleeding and knowing her kindness to you will not be shared

So let her bleed alone,
don't even bother to pick up the phone
for all you care she could die all alone