Your wounds are weeping...
seeping with scarlet
Frozen from hatred and pain
Your body feels numb on the inside
but release is in the razor's edge
and blood will be the story you hide
A slice below the elbow
The red slowly trickles to your wrist
Bleeding to know you're alive
Holding those crimson tears in your fist
Tiny drops will fall
from that cut to the floor
Because your words go unheard
you wipe them up and cut some more
You want someone to listen
to the things that cause these scars
instead you're left alone in the world
and they just make you who you are
