Now I'm really bleeding.

Bleeding from my eyes, the ones that cry for people who don't care.

Bleeding from my legs, those that don't move fast enough when they need to be quick.

Bleeding from my arms, those pulsing blue streams, holding my life intact with just a simple thread. How easy would it be to reach out and break it?

Bleeding from my heart, which is heavy with the burdens of 16 years of heartbreak and pain.

Bleeding from my mouth. It blunders, and I am unable to keep myself from getting hurt.

And...

My ears, which long to hear your voice, my love.