I Cry

Blade to my wrist, I cry

I cry out for someone to hear me.

A shallow wound bleeds, I cry

I cry out for someone to see me.

Cut a little deeper, I cry

I cry out for someone to touch me.

The pain subsides too fast, I cry

Blade to my wrist, I cry

No one hears me cry your name,

Slicing to my elbow

The cut bleeds dark crimson red.

Blood flows like a river,

Dropping the blade, I cry

“Why can’t you love me!?”