Poems that rhyme

My cries

My burning heart my sorrowful sin,
My lifeless body in the bin.
The man I trusted should know better,
Than to mess with a girl in a black sweater.
My red stained skin and my wet fresh blood,
The blood in which starts the flood.
Straight past the eyes, nose and ears,
The pain throbbing in my head like spears.
My soundless cries that I scream,
But no one can hear me for I am in the stream.
My tears that stream down my face,
My depression greater I have no place.
I need a new body need a new host,
For now I am nothing but a lonely ghost.