I wrote this poem YEARS ago.  I like it.  Hopefully you will too.

My heart burst open with a sudden pain,
And dreadfully left an unsightly stain.
Blood flowed from my eyes and nose,
Blood as red as a perfect rose.

But we all know it isn’t blood I see,
It is tears, tears coming from me.
The tears strain down trying to be hidden,
As I cry out, “I’m just kidden!”

No one runs to me.
I am alone.
Crouched in a ball.
On the cold, hard concrete.