BLOOD
A deep cut into my arm
Blood, warm crimson blood
Flooding my arm
The cold heat from the blade
Tingled my skin
The white scars over my arms-
Are nothing compared to the marks left on my soul
The blood
Dripping on my bed
I can not hide this
I can not run from this
The stain of blood is in my mind
Tempting me to cut again
More blood
More pain
More pain
A deep cut into my arm
Blood, warm crimson blood
Flooding my arm
The cold heat from the blade
Tingled my skin
The white scars over my arms-
Are nothing compared to the marks left on my soul
The blood
Dripping on my bed
I can not hide this
I can not run from this
The stain of blood is in my mind
Tempting me to cut again
More blood
More pain
More pain