Tears Of Blood

Sorrowful and destitute . . .
I walk this path alone . . .
Forlorn and abandoned . . .
Significance unknown . . .

Will it always be this way?
Must I always cry?
Why can’t you just love me?
Please just tell me why?

Do you really care?
I cry but you’re not there,

And when it comes to me,
You look right past, you do not see,
As I sit here crying tears of blood for you.