Crimson Tears

I watch as the blood

slowly trickles down my hands

and falls into the

crimson puddle on the floor.

I watch and wonder,

‘is this how it feels…

to have no pain?’

My shell is breaking,

the pain’s returning,

always I wonder when

I will do it again,

when I can push aside the

pain-even for a few minutes.

How can my life be so

wretched, so hurtful?

It’s filled with the pain of

fighting, the untamed hate,

bitter words, while

bruises blossom, and

hearts lie shattered upon the floor,

yet I can forget it all as I watch

my crimson tears add

to the shattered mess of my life,

that lies irreparable before me.