My bleeding heart never runs dry,
but the more I try
to patch the wound
the worse it gets,
and the harder it is to forget.
Forget the terror in the eyes
of those whose peers have denied
them justice.
Forget the tremble in the voice
of those who think their only choice
is suicide.
Forget the angst in the heart
of those who seek the part
of themselves that resides within another.
Every suffering soul,
every scarred mind,
every broken heart
adds a tally to the sheet
and the tears I weep
that fall with the rain,
never to be seen again.